Among the crowd of staring women, one slender girl, a crate of cucumbers on her head, gestures at me and laughs. A naked baby, held by a toddler, tugs her sari.
My reluctant host translates. She can't believe you're 18 too, he says. You're so big. And where are your husband, your children, your mother?
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That's lovely. Questions our expectations.
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