"I'm sorry I don't have a gotra ," Ryan said quietly.
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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?" "I'm sorry I don't have a gotra ," Ryan said quietly
Her husband, Raghav, returned from his walk, handing her a plastic bag of fresh jasmine. "The mallige flowers are particularly fragrant today," he said. She spent the next twenty minutes threading them into a gajra , the white buds weeping like fragrant tears. She would place it in her hair before Kavya arrived. A woman without flowers, her mother had taught her, is a sky without stars. And tucked inside was a dried jasmine flower
That night, Kavya found Asha in the kitchen, crying softly into a steel bowl of chopped onions.