Aye, I was sitting on the porch last night, my youngest son's old radio crackling the auction news, and I thought—thik nai, this is just like our village committee buying the wrong seeds for the monsoon. They throw so much money at one big-name drag flicker from overseas, but the team is like our roof in August—many holes, not enough patchers. My notebook here has every paisa for the semester, and I know you cannot fix a leak with a single golden nail. Let the purse be for the whole field, ashe, not just one flashy stick.
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