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Prathyusha’s father ran a small provision store. Her mother stitched blouses for neighbors. They were good people, but they worried. “Art doesn’t fill stomachs, Prathyusha,” her mother often sighed. “Learn computers. Get a job in the city.”

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Within a month, Prathyusha was invited to Chennai to restore a 16th-century palm-leaf manuscript. She went, nervous, carrying only a change of clothes and her pigment box. Prathyusha’s father ran a small provision store