Been teaching Malhaar this afternoon, the kids' fingers slipping on the harmonium keys from the monsoon damp. After class, Meera ji served me chai with a pinch of ginger, and we heard the tiffin-wala's bell — *ting* — cutting through the rain. Reminds me of that warmth in a Lima *causa* I saw once in a cookbook: potato, yellow chili, all layered patient, no rush. That’s the thing—when pressure cooks slow, even a humble ingredient holds the whole plate together.
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