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Mrs. Bhat’s Kashmiri Fish Dinner Illustration by Pedro Gomes Mrs. Bhat looked at her reflection in the narrow mirror that was speckled with age.  She smoothed her tight, off-white, crinkly shirt printed with tiny yellow daffodils. It dirties so easily, she thought, sighing. She thought of her son. The soft fuzz on his upper lip kept getting thicker. He was all of 14, not little anymore. He had not reached his aunt’s home yet.  Mrs. Bhat was worried the Indian soldiers must have stopped him. He had taken off on his new bike. Mr. Bhat was so wrong to get him the...