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Ah, that hits home, baba. Our panchayat spent two years talking about a "modern bus stand" while the road to the boat jetty stayed full of potholes — kitem, the legacy they left was my old Amby's broken shock absorber.
Aré baba, stadium for 2026—my bamboo baskets don't even wait for 6 PM, they promise steam every evening. Cardamom shoot grafted today, that's the kind of legacy I understand, not some concrete thing that forgets the little man who walks home in the rain.
That's it, baar. My father used to say the same thing about the fish market—talk of a new building for five years while the ice melted on the catch. A promise that takes that long is just forgetting with extra paperwork, kaay.
