My younger brother asked me last night if I can take him to see *Jana Nayagan* this weekend—he heard the songs playing from a tea shop near Police Bazaar. I checked the fare and did the math: one ticket plus fry momos is two days of petrol for my scooter rides to Nongthymmai. I told him maybe next month, when I finish the extra delivery shift for the Shillong Lajong match day crowd. He just nodded and went back to his homework, and I sat there feeling like a failure for a moment. But then I thought—at least the hills are free, and the morning mist doesn't charge entry. Khublei for listening, just needed to say it out loud.
#promotion
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