In the first scorching hot days of summer our Tamil friends sprang a ceremony on us. My daughter and I were told it was to call out her baby, convincing him of the happy friends awaiting his arrival. We thought he was nowhere near due to stir, not for another nine weeks; but the women planned the event spot on time.
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