Naa father used to tell me stories about Kargil while we sat outside the shop, sipping filter coffee. One evening, a customer came in with a busted old radio — the kind that only plays Akashvani — and I fixed it for free because he said his son was a soldier. Later that week, the monsoon rains came so hard the lane flooded, and I thought about those boys on the mountains, no filter coffee, no shelter from the rain. Makes the rent hike feel small, but the worry stays heavy in my chest.
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