“But who owned the house before great-grandfather?” I asked Baba, half-expecting tales of noble warriors or secret zamindars. I could tell he was searching for an answer.
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A loud hissing sound came from the kitchen, followed by the most divine fragrance that filled the house.
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This woman, who wasn’t local, wasn’t new to pani puri. She didn’t even have to taste all the flavours to know which ones she wanted.
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Now Steve, he is—in the most clinical sense—a “highly productive person” with an absent bandwidth for unnecessary upheaval in his life.
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So much depends upon this red wheelbarrow. But Williams never tells us what depends on it or why. He trusts us to understand.
