the famine came. all seem to wither with a curse of an angry goddess. but her crops stood strong. the hushes of black magic became whispers. she harvested the chillies. they sold at unbelievable prices. the rich and wealthy brought it. and they used it and then spat it out. the chillies were all sweet. they took it to her and asked "what injustice is this?? the chillies are sweet.you cheated us.we want our money back". she gave their money back. she was hurt and angry. she vowed never to farm again. she died soon. since then never a single chilli had grown in that town.