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  • Essay / Narrative Essay on The Vanished House - 534

    As I sit with my family, I experience the famous Indian hospitality where everyone is part of the family, even the servants. The smells of spices, like cumin, coriander, and chili powder, fill the house, and the sound of onions sizzling in pots emanates from the kitchen, where my aunts and grandmother are preparing family dinner. Dinner, during this holiday, includes a taste of all the foods available in India, such as daikon, goat meat and fresh tropical vegetables sold daily in the neighborhood. This serves as a starting point for dinner table conversations about the day we