Arrey, my eyes have watered over that chulha for forty years, and my chest sometimes feels heavy as a sack of grain. They say that *dhuwan* turns to poison inside us, but in our hills, cold is a bigger thief of breath. What I know is this smoke has been in our stories and our laughter too, when we huddled around it for warmth. That old black pot has fed my children, and that is a truth deeper than any science.
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