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Ravi sat on the floor—the designated "guest seat" with a backrest—and ate off a stainless steel thali . Meena Aunty served him second, then third helpings, ignoring his protests. "You are too thin. Mumbai girls like strong boys."

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"See?" Meena Aunty shouted over the music. "He comes home. He eats our modaks . He hears our problems. Then he goes back to Mount Kailash. But he always returns next year. That is faith." Ravi sat on the floor—the designated "guest seat"