Asha stopped. She looked at him—at his earnest, tired face, at the way he held the stone like a precious artifact.
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"I know," Asha sniffled. "But he has no roots. A tree without roots falls in the first storm. What will hold him up when life gets hard? His 401k? His yoga app?" Asha stopped
"Drink," she said. "Your stomach is confused from the flight." She had not exported Indian culture
Ryan laughed, thinking it was a joke. Kavya translated: "He means your family's ancestral profession and clan."
"He's a good boy, Amma," Kavya said.
"Faster," she said. "But with love. If you grind in anger, the cumin will taste bitter."
