She ground it all to a powder the color of dusk.
“These are the pillars. Sweet, woody, they build the frame of the flavor. In the index, they come second because a house without walls cannot hold fire. Notice how they curl? They remember the shape of the tree they left.” Index Of Garam Masala
“Index?” she asked the old shopkeeper, Mr. Mehta. “Like a list? A card catalog?” She ground it all to a powder the color of dusk