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They moved together in a rhythmic stride, brass pots balanced effortlessly on their hips, their vibrant sarees—turmeric yellow, deep crimson, and indigo—flashing against the dusty trail. The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. As they reached the secluded ridge near the ancient banyan tree, the heavy talk of household duties and harvest prices shifted into easy laughter.

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