December had settled properly over Jaipur by the time Ira and her mother stepped out of the auto near the crowded market lanes.
Around them, the market buzzed with its usual chaos. Shopkeepers called out festive discounts from brightly decorated storefronts, scooters pushed through impossible gaps between people, and somewhere nearby the smell of roasted peanuts mixed with hot kachoris fresh out of oil.



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