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"Resh" Kami ♍️
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"Sea" Gazella ♓️
Resh
"Hm," she offers me.
The lady... with the shop. Mrs. Amita Devi.
When I look down at it I decline.
"No thank you," I wave my hand out respectfully.
She gives me a funny look.
"We are becoming friendly young man. You don't have to lie to me. I know you're hungry," her eyes scan me up and down like the giant I am; her accent makes her words funnier.
"You're right ma'am I am hungry. I just don't want carrot halaw," I explain with a small smile.
She looks down at it confused then looks back up at me with.
"Ohhhh; you don't like carrot halaw," she nods.
"I do... I actually like more it more than gulab jamun, but no one makes it like my grandma so I'll have to pass. Hers is different from everyone else's-"
She holds the container up to my face.
"Mrs. Devi," I try to reject her.
"Taste, taste. I feel the same exact way about others too," she says super seriously.
"No thank you," I try.
"Please," she tries.
"Sorry ma'am. It'll just make me miss my daadee," I explain about my grandmomma.
She sighs and surrenders.
"Just a swallow... I feel it deep in my heart that this might be it. No other is like it," she says.
As soon as I start to give in to her kindness, my phone rings.
It's Sea.
I grin, my smile spreads from ear to ear in this mufucka.
