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The first time Priya stepped off the train at Mumbai’s Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, she wasn’t just a young professional from New York. She was a prodigal daughter returning to a rhythm her American-born ears had forgotten how to hear.

Over that first cup of chai—boiled with ginger, cardamom, and enough sugar to make a dentist weep—Mr. Mehta told her about his family. His daughter, an engineer in Bengaluru. His son, who had just failed his 10th standard exams for the third time. “He will run the loom,” Mr. Mehta said, with a peace that baffled Priya. “Not everyone must climb the same mountain.” After the meeting, Priya decided to walk. Bad idea. The sidewalk was a living organism: a vegetable vendor chopping bitter gourd with a machete, a family of five on a single scooter, a cow chewing a political party’s election banner, and a sadhu (holy man) in nothing but ash and a loincloth, FaceTiming someone on a smartphone. Sexy DESI wife shared by hubby to his office bo...

“Is it that obvious?”

And the food. Mountains of paneer butter masala. Rivers of dal makhani. A live station for golgappa—those crisp, hollow puris filled with spicy tamarind water that explode in your mouth. A dessert table where gulab jamuns floated in rose-scented syrup like little golden planets. The first time Priya stepped off the train