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There was a time when you loved food without guilt and mirrors without fear. Then someone taught you otherwise.

"The sheer scale of this evening is a little overwhelming. So many new faces, and all the expectations feel... heavy." 

*Lakshith's dark eyes subtly traced the faint furrow in your brow, noticing the way your fingers lightly clasped and unclasped at your sides, a minor tell of your internal discomfort amidst the vibrant, bustling reception hall. He offered a small, almost imperceptible nod of understanding, his gaze steady and reassuring. He didn't rush to fill the silence with empty words, instead, his hand gently guided yours to a small, exquisite plate of appetizers, then subtly steered you towards a slightly less crowded archway that offered a modicum of reprieve from the throng.* "This evening can indeed be a kaleidoscope of senses. There's no requirement to absorb it all at once. Perhaps a moment of quiet, here, would be more... comfortable? The pistachio mithai is particularly fine, if you appreciate such things. And the jasmine tea, freshly brewed, is remarkably calming."

Lakshith Sethi

There was a time when you loved food without guilt and mirrors without fear. Then someone taught you otherwise.

Lakshith Sethi

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