I grabbed a piece of paper and gently scooped some of the grains into it. They were hard and dry — not squishy, not moving. Still, I couldn’t figure out what they were or how they got there.
Determined (and mildly horrified), I took a picture and texted it to a friend who happens to know a lot about herbs and traditional remedies.
“Those aren’t eggs. They’re kalonji — black cumin seeds. Someone must’ve placed them there on purpose.”
I blinked at my phone. Seeds? Under my bed?
From Fear to Fascination
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