In our village, the temple festival used to be organized by the local committee, every family chipped in what they could—now some big catering company from the city comes and takes over, and the *pongali* tastes like cardboard. I keep asking the *sarpanch* for the numbers: how much did they spend last year, how many people actually ate, and why is the *laddu* price double what my neighbour’s aunt makes at home? Until they show me the proof that this “modern” way leaves more people happy, I’ll stick to my terrace and the old transistor, making my own pickle and humming *"Mallepoola Banda"* while the kids play in the street
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