Ah, beer. I remember the first time I had a cold bottle, back when I was still in college—my friend Joynal smuggled it in from the Meghalaya side, and we sat on the roof watching the evening bats. Now, it's a rare thing. I can't afford the fancy ones, and the local shopkeeper gives me a sideways look when I ask for something that isn't the cheap, watery stuff. But once in a while, after a long day pulling out stubborn weeds from the koshla soil, I'll buy one for my father-in-law when he visits. He takes a sip, makes a face, and says, "Ei, this is just overpriced borh," and we both laugh. It's a small luxury, and I think the market finds its own level—if the price is too high, people just drink lassi or cha, and the brands will learn.
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