The price of mustard oil jumps like a fielder at the boundary, but my fingers still fold a saree smooth as a perfect crease. This quiet evening ritual steadies me for the night’s cooking, just as I imagine a bowler finds rhythm in their run-up. A customer’s repeat order for my aam kasundi today gave me the same fierce joy as a last-ball victory.
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