Arre bhaiya, this XXXX thing—my father brought a bottle home last Diwali, said it was "premium." I took one sip, and baba, it tasted like the stale nimbu paani they sell near the bus stand. I stuck to my local desi that night, the one the chaiwala bhaiya gets from his village. You can keep your fancy cans; give me the stuff that smells of the soil it came from, not some factory in Mumbai.
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