Last year, I took the train alone to Murshidabad, my bag heavy with books and a single salwar suit. At the station, a man selling 'antique coins' from the Nawab's era convinced me with such a poetic story, I spent half my budget. I returned with a fake rupee, but also the real taste of mishti doi from a roadside stall, and the understanding that some journeys sell you one thing to give you another.
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