Excerpt from The Secret Keeper of Jaipur by Alka Joshi, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

Malik stopped to salaam me, grinned, and ran to catch up with her.

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The next day I took more care than usual as I got ready, making sure my hair was pinned back. I wore my heavy silver earrings and necklace, the ones from my marriage. I told myself I had dressed for the tourists, but I waited eagerly for Malik. I wasn't sure he would come, but I had a feeling. When he did, he first said hello to Chullu and Rekha. Chullu grinned at him with pink gums, but Rekha studied him seriously, as is her way. Then Malik pulled a small jar from the cloth bag he was carrying and handed it to me.

Surprised, I took it from him and looked at the dense golden liquid inside. My hands were trembling. The last gift anyone had given me were the mirrored ties for the ends of my braids that Dev's sister had made for my wedding.

"For when he is teething," he explained.

I twisted the jar open and twirled some honey on my finger, holding it out to Chullu, who opened his mouth in response. I rubbed a little along his gums, and he started flicking his tiny tongue along his lips. Rekha wanted some honey, too, and so I gave her a fingerful to lick. I had not had the money to buy honey and was overcome with gratitude that such a thoughtful gift should come from a man not of my family.

"Thank you," I said, not taking my eyes off my children.

"It is I who am grateful to you for the peonies. Otherwise, Auntie-Boss would have made me scale the cliff to get them." His laugh was rich and deep.

I looked at him. "Auntie-Boss?"

"Mrs. Kumar. She's my boss, although she pretends she's not." He grinned.

"How did you know about the honey?" I asked.

"From Omi's children—both hers and the ones she looked after in my old neighborhood. Someone was always teething. My mother—well, I call Omi my mother, but she's someone who took me in when I was little—rubbed honey on their gums." He grinned. "Wait till you see what I can do with hair. I helped with all my cousin-sisters' braids."

Before I could ask him what happened to his real mother or who this Omi was, Rekha cried out, "Do my hair!" She'd been listening to our exchange.

After that he arrived each day with something for the children: a bow for Rekha, a sack of sweet litchis, a green cricket for Chullu. From the start, I felt easy with him. I started harvesting the rarest of plants for him to take back to Mrs. Kumar. Rhododendron for the cure of swollen ankles. Roots of snowpeaks raspberry to stop bleeding when a woman's monthly flow becomes too heavy. I even gave him a bowl of sik one day, made from the dried fruit of the neem tree, browning it in ghee before adding sugar and water. It was what I ate during both of my pregnancies and what all women of the hills consume to keep their bodies healthy before and after delivery.

One fine August morning, when the mist had left the mountains and I felt the sun redden my cheeks, Malik showed up with a tiffin carrier. He said it was filled with corn and wheat chapattis and a curry made from summer squash and sweet onions. "Today, we are buying everything you have and I am taking you on a picnic."

Rekha smiled—rare for her. Then she clapped and hopped out of the basket. I untethered the children and placed Chullu on my hip.

"Who is 'we'? You and your shadow?" I teased.

He began gathering my flowers and placing them gently into the now empty basket. "The Lady Bradley Hospital. Yesterday, the daughter of a financier gave birth to twin boys. I'd shared your sik with the nurses, who shared it with her. She said it was one of the best things she'd ever tasted and it made her feel better. Next thing you know, her father is gifting money for the new wing of the hospital! What do you think of that?" Malik tapped his forefinger on Chullu's nose, then Rekha's, and they giggled.

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