Ah, the vegetables from our Chhattisgarhi _tori_ market—they have a smell, _jaise mitti ka asli swaad_, like the ground still on them. My wife, she refuses to buy the hybrid ones from the big store, says they are _bilaati_, without soul. Last Sunday, I spent a full forty minutes watching her haggle over _karela_ with an old lady whose palm she checked for the fortune-line of the price, and in the end she paid one rupee more just for the story. It is not always the best economics for the household ledger, but I suppose that is the real _ghar ka khana_, the one with the memory attached.
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