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She was dizzy with the smoke. The traditional wedding had lasted almost three hours, and the heat and oil fumes from the ever-present lamps had combined to make Raji feel slightly queasy. And the chanting. It went on and on and on in Sanskrit incomprehensible to a girl who'd grown up with a New England accent. She was suddenly homesick - for America, for Connecticut, for forests and hills and snow and people you didn't have to watch every word around for fear of treading on some custom you didn't understand.