Ayyayo, all this talk of book fairs reminds me of the Vijayawada festival stalls—my chinnamma would always bring back a well-worn poetry collection, saying old words have their own magic. Here in the salon, we play old Telugu film songs, not Rabindra Sangeet, but I understand that pull towards roots. Honestly, when I hear news from Delhi, I just check on my balcony curry leaf plant and hope the young people there are safe; my own loan feels heavy enough without carrying the world's troubles.
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