My amma’s brother raced buffaloes near our village — I still have the old brass bell he wore on his wrist, the sound so deep it hummed in your bones. Whenever I hear that familiar argument over tradition and the law, I just hold that bell and remember the mud, the thunder, and the respect in his eyes for the animals. Some things, like a perfect ghee roast, you have to experience to understand.
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