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The women formed a circle. Aunts who hadn’t spoken to each other since a property dispute in 2005 now smiled tightly, holding silver bowls. The ritual began. One aunt applied haldi to Meera’s face, blessing her for a glowing complexion. Another poured it over her hair. A cousin smeared a handful down her back.

Anjali suppressed a smile. Last week, she’d debugged an AI algorithm that predicted stock market crashes. This week, her entire morning’s value was determined by her marital status and the speed of her wrist. Yet, she didn’t argue. There was a peace in the ancient repetition—the stone’s coolness, the root’s bright orange blood staining her fingers. The women formed a circle