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The first sound wasn’t an alarm. It was the gentle ting-ting of a brass bell from the small temple inside the Das household in Varanasi. 67-year-old Meera Das lit the diya (lamp), its flame cutting through the pre-dawn darkness. She chanted a Sanskrit sloka that her grandmother had taught her—a prayer for the health of her family, for the cows, for the Ganges that flowed a mile from her door. At midnight, after the wedding feast of 51
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