I was 5 or 6 when I first encountered it, while rummaging through the cabinets in my grandparents' kitchen in India.Behind jars of ghee and cumin, a round metal canister shimmered midnight blue, its lid printed with images of cookies in varying designs: round, rectangular, pretzel-shaped.I fumbled with the thing, almost dropping it in my desperation, before finally twisting the lid off only to find nothing inside but loose change.
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