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I remember the year the floodwaters rose high. Our paddy field was submerged, and we lost the harvest. My father sat by the verandah, head in his hands, defeated. But Ema? She rolled up her Phanek , waded into the water, and salvaged what vegetables she could. The next day, she set up a small stall by the roadside selling Iromba and Singju . She didn't wait for fortune to return; she dragged it back by the collar. eigi ema mathu nabagi wari