The contrast hit her the moment she stepped out of Jaipur airport. Mumbai was a rhythm of grey concrete and rushing trains; Jaipur was a riot of terracotta pink, turmeric yellow, and electric blue.
Dadi slapped her hand away. "Put that machine away, Ananya. You look at the world through a hole. Look at the sky! It is blue today, not grey." The contrast hit her the moment she stepped