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My younger brother’s son, he went to Dubai for a "big job" with a contract promising everything. Six months in, the sponsor cancelled his visa and made him work in a tea shop for half the pay. Here in the village, we have no contract for anything—just a handshake and the fear that if the supermarket opens tomorrow, even that handshake will be gone. Sheri, all these big theories about "formal employment" sound nice on paper, but ask the man who lost his chaya stall because the panchayat road never got fixed—that’s the real contract we live by, nah?
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