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Isto This morning she bought green ‘methi’ In the market, choosing the freshet bunch; Picked up a white radish,' Imagined the crunch it would make Between her teeth, the sweet sharp taste, Then put it aside, thinking it An extravagance, counted her coins Out carefully, tied them, a small bundle Into her sari at the waist; Came home, faced her mother-in-law's Dark looks, took The leaves and chopped them, Her hands stained yellow from the juice; Cut an onion, fine and cooked The whole thing in the pot? Over the stove, Shielding her face from the ʜᴇᴀᴛ.

1.ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛʀᴀʟ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴩᴏᴇᴍ?

2.ɪꜱ ʙᴜyɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɢᴇᴛᴀʙʟᴇꜱ ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴠᴀɢᴀɴᴄᴇ? ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪꜰy yᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ​

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Explanation:

Isto This morning she bought green ‘methi’ In the market, choosing the freshet bunch; Picked up a white radish,' Imagined the crunch it would make Between her teeth, the sweet sharp taste, Then put it aside, thinking it An extravagance, counted her coins Out carefully, tied them, a small bundle Into her sari at the waist; Came home, faced her mother-in-law's Dark looks, took The leaves and chopped them, Her hands stained yellow from the juice; Cut an onion, fine and cooked The whole thing in the pot? Over the