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Aarti put three chilies into his palm. “Three is honest,” she said. “It burns equally whether you cry or laugh.”

Heat, it turned out, was a translator.

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Aarti Gupta stacked chilies in pyramids, red as a dare. She knew every variety by where they burned you: throat, chest, the slow betrayal behind the eyes. To taste one was to sign a contract with time: you would remember the weather, the song on the radio, the name of the person who said your name wrong. Aarti put three chilies into his palm