The Mistress of Spices Page #2

OK, then.

Thanks a lot. See you later.

Jagjit, don't hang on me like a girl.

Go get me daal chini.

Bag!

Oh, Jagjit, the hairs on my head will turn white

before you learn to do anything.

Oh, what's the problem, Osama?

Towel head! Towel head!

Cinnamon, friend maker, warm,

brown as Jaggi's skin.

to find you someone who will show you

this America is not so bad.

Jagjit, do you know what your name means?

World conqueror.

Stupid boy.

Thank you.

Hey, buddy, you OK?

Hey, you got a phone, man?

- Hey, man. Are you all right? You OK?

Bring him in.

I can help him.

All right. He's OK. Let's go.

Shall I call an ambulance?

- It's nothing.

I know what he needs.

I'll just be a minute.

I have to help him, chillies. He is hurt.

Why did you send him away, spices?

He was no danger to me.

I don't know what happened, but the bike's fine.

I'd better go. Thanks.

But... you are bleeding.

Please.

Sit down.

Hold your arm out, please.

This is very nice of you.

Where did you learn this?

I uh... grew up with it around me.

It must have been passed down

for generations, huh?

Chilies, you can't be his spice.

Nice place you have here.

What's wrong?

You'd better go now.

Well, thank you. It feels much better.

I'd like to give you something for all your...

Thanks again.

You didn't need to do all this.

I should have listened to you, spices,

and sent him away.

I thought he came to me for help.

America, a new land no older than a heartbeat.

There is so little I know about you.

Ladyjaan, I quit my job with Kapadia memsahib.

You quit?

Yes.

Last night, I was at Fried Kentucky Chicken

on 14th Street...

and someone grabs my shoulder.

Now, I'm praying to Allah as I turn,

but it's only being Mujibar.

Mujibar from my uncle's village!

I didn't even know he was in America.

And he's done good, too.

He's got a couple of taxis already...

...and he's looking for a driver.

Good pay, he's telling me.

Special for a fellow Kashmiri.

And maybe even the chance to buy later on.

Ladyjaan...

there's nothing like being your own master.

So, from tomorrow, I'm driving a cab,

black and yellow like a sunflower.

A cab?

This is all your doings.

Thank you.

Come and have a look at my taxi.

It's just outside. Come.

Haroun...

you know I cannot leave this store.

The store will be fine without you for a minute.

It's only a bus backfiring. Ladyjaan, come.

Touch it for good luck, huh?

Ladyjaan?

Are you OK?

How many times have I told you?

You should put an ad in India West for a helper.

Running this big store by yourself, it's too much.

Haroun, just be careful.

What?

Look. Please display for me.

My number is on the back,

so you can call me any time.

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