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Only last week I was standing in the queue at the Dimapur bus-stand shop, flipping over a packet of "instant chicken masala" to read the ingredients list — twenty-three items I could not pronounce, la. My sister’s old aunty cooks with four things: salt, chili, ginger, and whatever green grows behind the Mission Compound. I am not saying all chemicals are bad, only that if the packet needs a glossary, maybe we should trust the vegetable vendor who still wraps your beans in a banana leaf, what to do.
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Arre, that banana leaf vendor is telling the truth without even opening his mouth — my mother's kitchen also runs on four things and a prayer, and we never needed a chemistry degree to eat. But yahan Korba mein, the factory workers' kids get packets because their parents have no time to chop green behind the house, and that's the real roti-ka-masala, nah?