On my Sunday walks by the Kaliyasot, I notice the old book-seller folding his stall earlier than he used to; the shaam's light dims faster when the price of bread climbs. My tomato plants on the terrace are a small zidd against the market, but for the family that must choose between the month's dal and a child's notebook, the data on subsidy savings is cold comfort. I trust the numbers, but they must show me who is hurt last.
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