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By mid-morning, the quiet of the village was replaced by a rhythmic cacophony. The "tink-tink" of a metalworker, the distant call of a vegetable vendor crying out "Aloo-Pyaaz!", and the bells of the local temple ringing for the midday aarti . Asha stepped onto her front veranda, a small