The Mistress of Spices Page #3

And I will give you a free ride to San Francisco.

The beautiful Golden Gate Bridge,

Alcatraz Island, the wharf of the fisherman.

I'll take you everywhere.

What does Haroun need?

Kalo jire. Black cumin seeds.

Protector against the evil eye.

Thank you, spices.

Hello?

Hi, Dadaji.

Chi, chi, chi.

I need something for my mental peace.

Ever since I came to this America,

I have not got one iota.

And that Satish of mine,

"Come, Baba, come here," he said.

"We are all here. Why do you want to be far

away from your flesh, blood

and a younger granddaughter?"

I'd rather not have anything

with this granddaughter at all.

Dadaji, Geeta's such a nice girl.

She's pretty, well-spoken,

and she loves my mango pickle.

It's all right with these foreign girls.

But you tell me one thing yourself.

Is it all right to work late, late in the night,

in the office with men?

And that also being dropped by these men

in their cars. You tell me!

Who will want to marry her?

Dadaji... this is America.

And even in India, women are working.

I know it is America. But we are Indians still, no?

You would have not done something like that,

I know it!

When oil and lighting um...

- Match.

...match is put together, there's bound to be fire.

And once the fire starts,

it is very difficult to put it out.

I need something for my mental peace.

I'll get you brahmi oil to cool your system.

And one more thing.

Yesterday she was wearing...

- Where are you going looking like this?

- I'm going out.

With so much of make-up?

In our times, only English women and loose

ladies used to wear so much of make-up.

And good Indian girl is not ashamed

of the face that God has given her.

I'm not ashamed of anything.

And why are you wearing something like this?

You want every man to look at your chest?

Gramps, don't wait up.

But I...

Feeling better?

Thanks to you.

Whatever you put under that bandage

worked wonders.

It's almost all healed.

I didn't get a chance to thank you properly

last time.

I was going to have flowers delivered

and I realized I don't even know your name.

I'm Doug.

Tilo.

I will come back for my peace of mind again.

Chi, Dadaji.

Take care, Dadaji.

You take care, my dear.

It smells so beautiful in here.

I must have passed this store hundreds of times

and I've always been scared to come in.

Scared? Why?

I don't know. I wasn't sure if it was OK

for a guy like me to...

Well, you know.

It seems like it's for your community.

No, it's... it's for everyone.

Wow, there must be thousands of spices in here.

How do you keep track of what they're all for?

I can't even cook an egg.

- Everyone has a spice.

- Really?

I got a spice too?

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