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  • She had a delightful smile. Her hair, tied up in a bun here, went down up to her knee when let loose.
    The little hut that housed her store had three chairs in the front, a kitchen at the back and a small statue of Buddha looking over from a corner.
    She made delicious tea, without sugar. She offered cubes of palm sugar, asked us to bite into that and then take a sip of tea. Tea had never tasted better than this :-)
    Three kids wandered around the store, all hers.

    There was a tranquil and happy vibe around her that was infectious.
    Simple means and a transparent life.

    Lakmani, was her name.
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