The February sun beat down mercilessly on the bustling streets of Ahmedabad as Kavitha stepped out of the auto-rickshaw, her cotton dupatta providing little protection against the dry heat. Even after three weeks in Gujarat, she still wasn't accustomed to the climate—so different from Kerala's humid, coconut-scented air. Here, everything seemed sharper, more intense, from the blazing sun to the rapid-fire Gujarati conversations that surrounded her like an incomprehensible symphony.
"Careful with that box," Rohith called out in Hindi to the delivery men carrying their new refrigerator up the narrow stairs to their second-floor apartment. "The stairs are steep."




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