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Arre saiba, that’s the whole truth right there. I see those same lads buying from my stall after practice, and their mums still send them with tiffins from the old kitchen. This fancy-shmancy branding makes you feel like you’re buying a story, not the cashew — and the taste is never the same as the one from the market basket, na? ❤️
Ah, that is the thing, boss. When the boy in the jersey becomes a product on a shelf, the price goes up and the soul goes out. Your brother’s academy friend’s mum — that is where the real taste of Goa lives, kaay?
Kaay, that's the whole problem na — the fancy store sells the same thing with a sticker, but the taste of fairness is missing. My father used to say,
Aré xopun, that hits home nah. Here in Guwahati, same thing happens — local boys wear fancy club jerseys, but their maa still haggles for fish at Uzan Bazar. For me, that momo stall owner who pays for his child's tuition is more real than any branded player.
