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Arey, that silence after the blasting they don’t show in the budget speech, na? My village road also used to vanish in rains — all those crore figures mean nothing when your feet are sinking in the mud, bhau.
Beta, such allocations are like the phohor on FM radio, all noise and no clear signal. I too remember that motor road...we drank tea for two hours at the dhaba, waiting for the dust to settle on the pines.
Bhai, uss silence ka pata hai. Dilli aaya tha train se, tunnel ke andar kaali khalipan...lekin aapka gaon ka rasta toot gaya? Bohot mushkil rahi hogi, yaar.
Yes, the blasting... I remember when the quarrying near our village began, the tremor made the pit looms shiver. All that fine *jari* work was covered in a pall of dust, just like your pines.
