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littlestpersimmon · 2 years

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Anyway. When ur a poc and you study history, you need like, a stronger gut to certain things in order to be taken seriously by both white peers and people in general, like you can't be upset about things that happen hundreds of years ago because it happened hundreds of years ago;

Like you read things about how missionaries will refer to your old folk as "unpolished people" and "savages" and "heathens" and treat those things as factual while indigenous history is simply fantastical stories, you have to consume things through a western lens to be seen as credible.

You'll read things like. Bengal is home to the poorest areas in India and you know at the back of your mind that Bengali ppl were taken from their homes to be slaves at tea plantations in Assam.

You'll read stuff about how poor regions like Ghana is, how its drowning in plastic, when West Africa is home to robusta, from which 40% of the entire world's coffee is derived from. I don't need to tell you guys what Nestlé did to get its hands on West African Coffee.

You'll go online and see Capitalism talked about completely divorced from colonialism, which is its heart and main driving force.

You have to leave your books and turn around and have to be patient and kind and try to live in the modern world without looking back at the already toppled lines of dominoes that are still continuing to fall and you can't really say anything because then you'll be "out of touch"... but then it's kinda silly to view capitalism as divorced from colonialism when you're historically informed. From the titans like oil and gas, to things like mangoes, bananas. It's still colonialism. You'll see large salt flats tended to by farmers in India in Indian soil and none of it is owned by the families tending to it for generations and generations. You make jokes about how everything is "made in China" before realizing 150 million people account for sweatshops in China. You'll see filipinos and Hawaiians joke about how "spam is hawaiian/filipino culture" without knowing that filipinos loved spam because for a while, it was the only rations that the US soldiers were giving to filipino people during the American occupation.

These are all necessary evils that you have to interact with in order to be a part of society, but also I wonder if we are to ever escape the murder machine and it's billions of cogs if we just continue to accept that the only way to be a part of human society is to just, continue to the cycle with our eyes closed.

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silence-between-seconds · 2 days

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OK NOW YOUR TURN

pls pls ramble abt any niche interest you have

HELLO THANK YOU

*invokes inner history nerd* so. listen here colonizer and listen good. i will subject you to my random knowledge cuz due to youtube, undiagnosed neurodivergency and most importantly- bad jokes. i have a vari-tea of niche interests but the first thing that came to my mind was my knowledge of the history of how Indians became one of The Top Consumers of Tea.

how did this wonder-drug make its way into our masala covered hearts? what led to the fact that everyday at 4pm the word at the tip of most indians' tongues is "chai"?this is my thesis as a pro desi tea obsessed freak.

This story, like most in our history, starts with the arrival of the British. i would like to insert this picture i found in a video that i laughed at for a solid five minutes:

anyway

technically tea was invented in china, and for a very long time it was exclusively grown there. it was a very high class commodi-tea. it was considered so precious that in 1662 when king charles the second married the Portuguese princess catherine of braganza: her dowry was a chest of tea and THE ENTIRE ISLAND OF MUMBAI (then, bombay) for an annual lease of 10 pounds. let me make that clearer. THE PLACE WHERE A 1BHK HOUSE IS SO EXPENSIVE MOST PPL CANT AFFORD WAS EQUIVALENT TO THIS:

needless to say the brits was so freaking addicted man. they wanted this. so bad.

By the 18th centuary there was a war between the english and the dutch and the brit resources were down the toilet so they couldnt afford to spend all that silver on the trade of tea leaves with china. and china was uninterested in anything the white boys were offering.

UNTIL they discovered something china wanted.

✨Drugs✨

the white boys wanted that tea. and they would do anything. so they started growing opium in india (by that time they had colonized us bruh. they came into our backyard and were like "bro we're such good friends pretty please let me use ur backyard" "ok what do you want to do w it?" "i wanna grow drugs bro" "....ok" "you'll work for me no bro?" "why would i do that" "bro its ur backyard bro" "what-" *england pulls out slavery* "SHUT UP AND DO IT") (dont come at me lmao this is a very rough simplification of what happened)(imma get blocked for this?)

anyway, brits grew opium and smuggled it to china in return for TEA. FOR TEA. 40.

now after the charter act of 1833 (idk what that is exactly but basically brits lost its trade monopoly with china and so now china said we should see other people and it was an open relationship and britian got very pissed but they signed the act anyway i think)

to deal with this they established the Tea Committee (this isnt the first government board specifically for tea. there were plen-tea of others like the Tea Board Of India) which dealt w the extraction of techniques, tea seads and resources from the chinese. this was highly unsuccessful and china was not impressed. this is an example of british desperation they'll do anything at this point. (took everything in me to not insert pictures of how they treated indian farmers. it was *inhales, lets go of anger for my ancestors treatment* bad)

but in the end this qoute i found (undoubtedly by a white man) "fortune favours the white men" came tru and they got their way.

oh you thought i was done? haha babygurl i am not

in 1843 robert fortune, who was a scottish horticulturist, went on a solo trip to china to study (read as: steal) tea plantations. no actually apparently he did study cuz he published a book(i forgot the name).(yes. HIS NAME WAS ROB. FORTUNE. talk about being born for a job)

lemme insert a quick meme here:

(they actually hired him on the spot and gave the amazed man 500 pounds per annum and sent him off to china)

he was to perform what we call The Great British Tea Heist the brits had found their vigilan-tea

my guy was committed to his role and shaved his head and pretended to be a monk and after 3 months wrote a letter to his company saying "bro i got the goodssss"

lmao no this it what the letter said- "l have much pleasure in informing you," he wrote, "that I have procured a large supply of seeds and young plants which l trust will get safely to India."

NOW they finally had the greens and started planting it in india. over the years indian tea topped the market in britian as the best tea. mostly cuz the white boyz HYPED it up. they even started doing diss tracks for chinese tea. this is something read right out of an advertisment- "indian teas are more wholesome, purer, cheaper and better than chinese teas in every single way". white boyz started saying stuff like they got out of a toxic realtionship with china and a healthy one with india (but they were the toxic ones)

now brits tried to globalize indian tea to get the moneyyy~ from indians.

their first experiment with (another) government body for tea- Indian Tea Association began on the indian railways. these railways were the ancestor of the IRC-tea-C. basically they started making tea on the railway platforms. this started the trend of tea being the signature experience on every indian train journey, from the first class to economy, everyone was having it (cuz trains were introduced and quickly became popular in use). train tea was said to be better than the quality of tea in 5 star hotels. and this converted us from a nation of tea-totalers to teach addcits.

now i just have one thing to say in the end. HOW did the quality decline so badly my desi brothers and sisters? nowadays the tea on trains is basically water but brown. milk is a lie.

anyway. on the end we got it right. we took tea from the chinese and brits and we added milk and we added sugar and we got:

✨chai✨

you have reached the end. congrats.

#siri goes insane #asks #history #of tea #tea #chai #desiblr #most of these jokes were made by other people #pls dont come at me if you have heard them b4 #it is not my responsibili-tea #great britian #what were you doing #what goes on #lmao

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irithnova · 1 year

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Unpopular opinion about Hetalia Allies (spill the tea bestie)

America: I think he's a bit obnoxious tbh LMAO I mean America does seem to think it's the police of the world so I can see him trying to get involved in nation drama which doesn't involve him and being like "stop it guys, this isn't who you are 🥺" like it's obviously good intentioned but annoying as hell

France: He's not as suave as he thinks he is and it's kind of corny sorry. India has the true rizz

Canada: Ngl he's very unproblematic (the character not the actual country/Canadian gov lol) but sometimes I feel like he doesn't have an interesting personality xhsjxs. Also I'm absolutely gobsmacked at how he's a more popular character than China in the wider fandom.

England: OH MY GOD I HATE HIM (jkjk) but I cannot get behind this idea that England is a punk. At all. Punk is an anti-conformist, anti-monarchy, anti-institution, anti-capitalist, anti-colonialist subculture and England... Well... We all know what he's like. Sure he probably likes rock bands as a lot of good rock cane from England but being a straight up punk I can't get behind at all.

Russia: I love him but my problem is moreso how some Russia stannies characterise Mongolia lol like we get it ur racist.

China: I also love China but he is a toxic sanrio boyboss and honestly we need to make a twitter thread about his problematic behaviour 😜😜

Anyways I'm totally getting a bunch of hate anons for this post aren't I?

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mysticalmusicwhispers · 4 years

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if it’s not too much to ask... india/china hcs pls? i know u ship it so i’d love to hear what ur opinions are!!

Thank you for asking friend!! It’s never a bother :)

Length Warning: Very, Very Long, A Lot Of Rambling

Preface: I honestly don’t know much in-depth stuff about India-China history (all the “history ramblings” is based on my previous knowledge + Wiki), so I don’t have a lot of grounding in what their relationship is like. Also, when writing their history I realized I still see them as a brotp (so the first part isn’t very shippy) but there are romantic ship headcanons at the end. See this cool post for other hcs!

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HISTORY RAMBLINGS

- I guess in Ancient Times, I see them having a friendly trading partner vibe; my personal hc of Ancient China is of someone who builds friendships for convenience, and then starts getting attached with time, so I think this is how his attitude was at first. He and India probably had some vague contact through diplomats and travellers who brought back tales to their own country, and then once trading and influence and religious imports (ex. Buddhism) really kicked off, they started actually interacting with each other (as people, not nations) and over time, that just kicked off into being closer and closer friends until they were basically lovers.

- In Hetalia canon China goes along with Zheng He (Ming Dynasty, early 1400s) on his voyages around the world (the episode with a giraffe), and historically they did make stops at India, where they traded and visited Buddhist temples and stuff; this would be fun to examine in terms of Indchu. I’m sure they had more opportunities to visit each other in person (in contrast to Romechu, the true long-distance relationship) but I’d like to see them just checking in on each other, talking about the news of the day and stuff! Talking about trade and the places they’ve seen; Yao rambling on and on about where he’s headed next, India interjecting time to time about things he’s heard about places far away from them. A moment of peace where they’re just super comfortable and relaxed with each other would be amazing

- Ok fast forward a bit to the 1850s-60s: Qing Dynasty is resting in pieces, the Opium Wars have thoroughly beaten China, the government is unstable from the Boxer Rebellion and there’s a bunch of hate at the ruling people, stuff happens. India has been taken by Britain and it’s Not Fun; these two old men are down in the dumps and being bitter together. I don’t think they’re “dating” or whatever rn because there’s just too much on both of their plates, but they are still close friends and still mutually hate England together. I can see them having tense arguments with each other out of pure stress, complaining about who has it worse: India, who has been made into a colony! *gasp* “My pride has been killed, Yao!” and China, who is basically a colony to 5 nations all at once and also reeling from losing HK to Britain. They know exactly how to hurt each other by this point, but they also know they don’t really mean it, and things usually blow over after they’re in their right minds again.

****Also, Indian sepoys were used by Britain to fight China, and Indian opium was shipped to China as well; I think that might have been a sticking point for a while, but I think Yao would’ve slowly accepted that India was not the one making decisions in the end.

- The World Wars: India is in the Gallipoli campaign, conscripted by Britain, China is fighting on the side of the British and French but does not gain a single thing from winning, and has also lost the First Sino-Japanese War (I think Hetalia canon says China got his scar from there). Then Japan invades China, and he and India are fighting together in WWII against China’s estranged sibling/brother/vague relation. Both are beaten to the core, still bitter, but they keep reminding each other that they will just have to weather the storm and wait for their moment. This too shall pass. Same mood as the beginning of imperialism, but more tired and more done.

- After India’s Independence and China’s Government Overhaul: 1950s: India was one of the first non-Communist countries to recognize the PRC instead of the old ROC, but I think they started distancing from each other a little while after? There were territorial disputes with Nepal and I think both countries’ governments might have told them to cut it out and be less friendly with each other because they had rather clashing agendas

- Things seem to be relaxing just a bit, but then the Sino-Indian border dispute (1962) happens, and then there are other clashes near the border, and they don’t know if they can trust each other. Additionally, there’s the Sino-Soviet split, and India is getting help from the Soviets, and it makes things more complicated between them. The relationship is on shaky ground right now, and if they meet in person, both are putting on an impersonal facade. Not very friendly. I think they’re still cooling off until at least the late 1970s, when China’s economic reform happens.

- Skipping to Modern Day: they are cool again and are close friends again. However, they know their countries are competing in population, economy, world status/power, but they’re still friends. They know it might end badly, but I think they’ve learned to roll with the good times and savor it; their pride and hearts have been stomped on already so they don’t care anymore and take risks even if they might come out feeling a bit broken. They are buddies, and they might be dating, and they don’t really care about the boundary between friends and lovers. They are comfortable with each other.

- This article, published in 2007 by Harvard Business Review, presents an interesting take on China and India’s relationship, and in particular, their economies: it says that although people think they’re destined to be rivals because of their competing business sectors, they have developed complementary strengths and it’d be foolish not to work together. I think that could somewhat summarize Indchu’s relationship with each other in the hetaliaverse; they complement each other, and even if they might become competitors, it won’t affect their friendship/relationship because they just fit together. They click; it’s not forced friendship or whatever, they just integrate into each other so well (it’s almost like they’re meant to be together).

- There are border skirmishes (ex. the incident in June 2020), but I’m not really sure how that would factor into their relationship? Maybe they’ve gotten over it and they both know the other personification doesn’t like the fighting, and that their government’s opinions come first? Or maybe it’s still unresolved between them, because India has known Yao for a long time and knows what he’s capable of, and Yao knows what a potent force India can be when he wants? Idk. I think the idea of unresolved tension is more accurate, but I also like this ship because it’s soft and /mostly/ pure in modern day and I sometimes really want to ignore historical accuracy

ONTO THE GENERAL SHIP HEADCANONS!

- They argue with each other a lot, basically like an old married couple; their jibes at each other don’t mean anything though. China insists it’s so their wits stay sharp.

- Also they have debates over various academic topics; it’s basically their fun hobby by now. They’re both intellectually matched and read rather voraciously, so it’s a fun challenge (and keeps their wits sharp)

- I mentioned it before but it’s worth bringing up again: they know exactly how to hurt each other with their words; they just don’t get into bad fights often so they don’t need to cut each other to pieces.

- China is the less sentimental one, but they’re both really good at picking out tasteful, meaningful gifts for each other. “Experiences over material items/gifts” doesn’t really appeal to either of them; they’d much rather stay home being cozy than “gifting” each other a week in the Caribbeans or something.

- T e a l e a v e s (No Teabags unless Strictly Necessary). No coffee, sugar, cream, or milk. Sometimes India jokes about switching over to coffee or drinking tea the British way, and Yao just goes “You’re canceled”, dead seriously.

- They wear each other’s traditional clothing sometimes. Occasionally Yao asks India to wear a hanfu instead of a changshan (men’s equivalent of qipao) because he thinks it’s more traditional (qipao was invented in the 1920s). India has managed to stuff Yao into a qipao at least three times, and has pictures to prove it.

- India likes running his fingers through China’s hair (he says it’s really soft, a comment that makes Yao scoff every time) and he sorta hates his ponytail for that reason alone. Yao knows this, and he tries to make up for it by letting it down more on weekends, when he doesn’t have to look presentable (also India insists Yao looks presentable all the time, another comment that always earns a scoff).

- They teach each other their own dishes. China has been getting in the habit of substituting beef and pork for other things, mainly tofu/chicken/shiitake mushrooms

- They take walks together in the evenings after dinner when they’re in the same place. As long as it’s still light out and the weather’s not too bad, they will do it every day (even if it’s raining, they might just bring an umbrella).

- Their way of showing affection is a) with gifts and b) just talking to each other about anything. It’s their way of winding down for the day and being comfortable with each other; they have long talks about random, silly little things that happened, perhaps a funny (or stupid) meme/joke their siblings sent, or dumb stuff that happened with their boss at a meeting.

- I think they’d call each other nicknames in private. It wouldn’t be something too “sickly sweet” I guess, but something to show they care. They use nicknames sparingly as well, so it doesn’t lose meaning through overuse. (I personally hate nicknames so I’m not giving out any suggestions here, but I think Yao would use something like “亲爱��” for India, basically means “dear/beloved”. Not too flashy or sweet, but still affectionate.)

- China gifts houseplants to India’s apartment/house because he knows India likes them (I think he’s a green thumb). China doesn’t really bother with decorative plants; he prefers to grow spring onions and other low maintenance shit that he can use in his cooking lol he’s all about the practicality

- During ancient times, they had lengthy, invigorating discussions about mathematics, either through letters or in person.

- They aren't really affectionate in public; PDA is limited to hand holding and occasionally a kiss on the cheek. Neither China nor India are the type to “show off” their relationship or their partner.

- Adding onto that, they don’t really announce their relationship to everybody but if you ask them, they’ll tell you. Basically you have to be the one to notice something’s up; they just don’t think it's necessary to share every little bit of information about their lives with people. They're the “secretly married” couple trope; signs of affection are rather subtle but still noticeable because they don’t act that way to other people.

- China forced India to get a Wechat so he can send India 10¥ red packets every week just because he has the app

- Not really a ship headcanon, but these two would throw the best parties??? Like if you want a party that’s really loud and noisy and fun, ask them. They may be old and “not fun” or whatever but they know how to organize large scale events effectively and how to achieve the correct atmosphere, and despite all Yao’s siblings’ trash talk, they usually pull off very stylish, sleek functions/events. Maybe it’s a little tacky here and there but it’s barely noticeable, and everyone is just. Awed.

Yeet that’s it; thank you for reading! This got really long, and I feel like a lot of the headcanons were rather platonic, but yeah! Hope you like it!

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itsremotelyplausible · 7 years

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Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better! i was tagged by the lovely @exilevilifys :)

Name: padraigin

Nicknames: p, pd, p-radragreen, paddy, padra, ‘raigin, p-rad, pattycake, ‘draigin, p-diddy, p-money (thx @goldenkaos22 for that one), tangerine

Zodiac Sign: aquarius

Height: 5′7"

Orientation: bisexual

Ethnicity: v white/european. my dad emigrated from ireland and my mum’s whole family is italian.

Favourite Fruit: watermelon! but i love mangos and raspberries as well.

Favourite Season: fall

Favourite Book: oh gosh i’m such a bookworm, so this is tough. for fiction, i’d have to say its a tie between ‘never let me go’ by kazuo ishiguro, ‘nw’ by zadie smith, and ‘a farewell to arms’ by ernest hemingway. for nonfiction, i’d go with ‘a fighting chance’ by elizabeth warren and ‘the signal and the noise’ by nate silver.

Favourite Flower: water lily

Favorite Scent: coffee!!! also lavender. and any flowers really.

Favourite Colour: purple

Favourite Animal: dolphin

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: absolutely coffee (i drink way too much of it), but i love most teas and hot cocoa as well!

Average Sleep Hours: i really oughta get 8hrs, but my average sits at about 5hrs i think? (when i’m in school)

Cat or Dog Person: dog person, hands down

Favourite Fictional Character: another impossible decision! gosh okay i’m gonna call a tie between dana scully from the x-files, cj cregg from the west wing, leslie knope from parks and recreation, and elizabeth butler from rebellion

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: ummm just a quilt and a folded blanket at the end of my bed over my feet (bc i’m actually a grandma)

Dream Trip: i kind of have two. first, i’d love to go back to ireland (which i’ll hopefully get the chance to do this fall!) to see all my family and be immersed in the history and culture. second (and this is sorta weird), i’d love to travel the path of marco polo. i watched this documentary (it’s called ‘in the footsteps of marco polo’, i’d highly recommend it) where these two guys traveled his documented route from venice through turkey, iran, india, and china using only land and sea transportation, and honestly i just think it sounds like the best experience.

Blog Created: uhhhh i wanna say december 2015?

Number of Followers: 66

there’s no way i’m about to tag 20 people sooooo how about @goldenkaos22, @whatshedreamsof, @no-gabba-gabby, @peppermintlegs, @kellyappreciatestoast, @jlzimmz, @nurseydcx, @soulfulalpaca, @nerdswillruletheworld, and @jurassic-sapphic (even though i already know yall idk this is just fun so do it if you wanna....or don’t, i don’t care, live ur life bros)

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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[UR] Authentic Feelings

“So I was trying to make Alu Gobi you know, because it´s Wednesday, but as Khan informs me, all of our aaloo are out. You´d think that stupid aadamee would care to inform me before I´d already prepared the rice, but no! He just looks at me like I am supposed to know what to do, so I shout at him to run to the market and get me some damn potatoes...” Mrs. Parvati went on and on, gesticulating wildly. Her green saree waved along with the movements of her hands. She and two other women sat on her balcony and drank some tea. They were overlooking the city beneath, the sun slowly setting on them. Their brightly colored sarees contrasted heavily against the dull brown tiles on the buildings below. As the street below bustled with life, producing all kinds of sounds, smells and sights, a woman had a coughing fit. The woman in the bright blue saree next to Mrs. Parvati was an older one in her mid- to late fifties. She was smoking a cigarette and when she opened her mouth to speak, her voice sounded like a vulture´s claw scraping the asphalt. “Would you just shut it you bevakooph! We all know Khan is a bumbling fool,you don´t have to remind us of his idiocy!” Mrs. Khaleeia took another drag from her cigarette, sighing as she blew the smoke out. “I should have never introduced your families. It has only brought me stress and annoyance.”

But Mrs. Parvati was not fully listening. In fact she was not listening at all. Her gaze was fixed on the third woman, the one sitting to her left. “What is wrong Lakshmi? You looked like Durgasur crossed your path.” Mrs. Khaleeia kicked Mrs. Parvati and gave her a warning glare. The third woman, Lakshmi, turned her empty stare towards the women next to her, attempting a smile. “I am just fine, mera dost. Why do you ask?” Describing Lakshmi as a woman would at best be an overstatement and at worst a lie. Her facial structure and posture resembled the one of a teenager and her voice still did not seem to be fully developed. She was a child, through and through, but an unusually mature one. Both her way of speaking and the way she carried herself through her demeanor conveyed a sort of adult quality, but in the sense that dressing up in high heels and putting on lipstick did. It was just manufactured authenticity. Lakshmi set her eyes upon the woman. Mrs. Parvati jumped when she saw Lakshmi´s face, but caught herself almost immediately. “I was just wondering. A newly married girl-” Mrs. Khaleeia gave her another glare. “-women should not be this dreary. You seem like you are far away, not here on this balcony with us.” Lakshmi´s weary smile seemed like a mask, a piece of cloth wrapped around her face and keeping her from expressing herself, but her voice showed no sign of this faked authenticity. It just seemed empty. “I had an...argument with...Shanjet last night.” She struggled to even pronounce her husband`s name. “He and I had some...differing opinions, but in the end we could figure it out and...”

Her eyes glazed over and just for a second they looked as if a black hole had opened up in them. Her smile broke. The other two women shared a concerned glance. Then, as if rebooting, she turned her head to Mrs. Parvati and Mrs. Khaleeia and smiled once more. “And then he made love to me. It was wonderful.” Mrs. Parvati made an attempt at a smile, but like the girl´s, it did not reach her eyes, as they laid on the bruises on the Lakshmi´s neck and face. A black eye bled into a bruise on her right cheek, making her face look like someone smeared purple paint on it. The composition found its conclusion in a large mark on her neck, a heart shaped fleck of darkened purple. “I wanted to thank you for introducing our families, Mrs. Khaleeia. Your skills as a matchmaker are certainly exceptional.” The older woman did not manage to look into the girl´s eyes as she pulled out a match and lit another cigarette.

But the girl was not finished. “Did you two know that India is going to overtake China in terms of population size?” she said, suddenly changing the topic. Her faint smile did not waver, not for a second. “In just a few years, there will be almost one and a half billion people living in this country. Avishvasaneey, yah nahin hai? All of India-” She continued to stare into Mrs. Khaleeia´s eyes. “-and you managed to find a treasure like Shanjet for myself.” Mrs. Khaleeia dared to look up at Lakshmi, but the eyes that met her were no longer the empty shells they were before. They were full of emotion, flashing through every second of her life since she had met him. But it was not sadness that could be found in those eyes. It was wrath of a kind rivaling the likes of Kali, and it was directed at the matchmaker. Mrs. Khaleeia´s cigarette fell out of her hand but she did not notice. Her gaze was fixed on the girl´s. Mrs. Parvati made an attempt at speaking, but the tension cut her words off and disarmed her. She just sagged into her chair, putting the cup to her lips, although she did not drink from it. She would not have been able to stomach it. Lakshmi stood up and straightened her red saree. It contrasted starkly with the girls´ face. She stuck her hand out to the two women. After some hesitation they both took part in the handshake. “Have a great day aap dono.” Then she left, her tea untouched. Mrs. Parvati and Mrs. Khaleeia sat there for a while, both in a heavy silence. Neither of them wanted to mention the girls´ bruised wrists, so they didn´t.

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