The Mistress of Spices Page #4

Well, which one's mine?

Um... if you'll wait here a minute,

I'll just go find yours.

Spices, speak to me.

What does he need?

Is it methi seed for strength?

Ajwain for confidence?

Fennel for perseverance?

Why can't I see?

When you begin to weave your desires

into your vision,

the true seeing is taken from you.

You grow confused

and the spices no longer obey.

Asafoetida, the antidote to love.

You can't be his spice.

These chillies look deadly.

They are. You should stay away from them.

What happened to my spice?

It's not something bad, is it?

Some high-carb spice or something?

It's um... It's a special one.

Sorry.

Hey.

Yeah.

I'll be there, like, in like ten minutes.

OK. Bye.

Sorry about that. It's just we've started

a new building down the street.

There's lots of city politics.

You are an architect?

Yeah, but that's just my job.

I got a spice now.

What's my spice supposed to do for me,

anyway?

It depends. What do you need?

You think I need something?

I'm all out of your spice.

But...

I um...

I have something for you.

What is it?

It's... tulsi.

Holy basil.

Mm. What's it for?

Drink it like tea.

And that's on the house.

You know, it's funny.

People look at me

and think that I'm doing OK.

But you look at me like you know something

you're not telling me.

I only know that everyone's welcome here.

There's no need to be scared.

I still can't believe that you can remember what

all these spices are for without getting mixed up.

It's simple.

We all have spices.

Just like we all have traditions.

Yeah.

Well... I'll drink this tonight.

I'd better get back to work.

Thanks.

Tulsi... for remembering.

Remember to come back.

Don't Shake Me Up

It would be so easy just once

to use the spices for myself.

Crushed prishniparni burned with lotus root in

the evening would make him come back to me.

Tulsi... you were right.

Why should he think of me?

He's remembering someone else.

Hello, Beti. You still here?

You still here? I've got a letter from

Janu Barwa, my old army friend.

They are looking for a match

for his grandnephew.

You gotta be joking!

I mean, why would I leave my career, my family,

all my friends here

to go some place I've visited, like, twice?

I mean,

I don't even like going to the bathroom in India.

Mom... Dad...

I have met someone...

and we're in love.

No shame at all.

Making talk of love.

In front of me, her grandfather.

Anthony Garcia?

Satish, she is marrying a white man?

He's not white. He's chicano.

Chicano? What's that?

I know it's nothing good.

He's Mexican-American.

You are losing your caste and putting

the blackest color on our ancestors' faces

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