The crimson scarf draped around Jaya’s neck came from her grandmother’s house out in Bhagalpur. There’s a border along each edge dotted with tiny little mirrors, each glittering in the artificial light of her London living room and reflecting the grey sky outside back at her a hundred times.
She’s never been to India. Never even met her grandmother. But when she curls up on the sofa in front of Britain’s Got Talent she finds that if she buries her nose in the fabric and breathes deep, inhales the scent woven into it, then she can pretend that she has.
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