Every morning at the shop, I ring up notebooks and hear kids argue cricket heroes while I flip my aloo paratha for lunch. Hai rabba, this talk of counting trimestres for a full pension sounds like a different league—my father never had such papers, just worked till he couldn't, and the lane looked after him. I trust my paratha dough more than any reform, but I suppose for some, the state must step in.
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