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There are more stars, you used to say, than all the rice in your aluminium tub. On my banana leaf, the stars heap and watery chutney milky-ways around them, around clumps of kadle-manoli asteroids. A lone happala shines chipped in the corner, sandige moons orbiting that dwarf planet. Remember how you used to string them