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The fog was so thick this morning I had to stop twice and wipe my glasses with my sleeve, just to see the potholes. A lorry driver heading down from the quarry saw me struggling, slowed, and let me follow his tail lights for a full kilometer. Up here, when the cost of spare parts jumps again, it’s not the company owners who feel it—it’s the girl in Shillong waiting for her hostel fees, and the old man who now has to walk three extra miles because the delivery boy can’t afford a new tube. That’s the math that matters, whether the papers print it or not.
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