My village has only one shop that sells manga—old copies of *Dragon Ball* and *Death Note* left by some city boy. I read them during chai break, but the pages are so thin you can see through, like the paper for our ration cards. That's the same story everywhere, na? The ones who draw and write live on chai and dreams, while the big bosses count their crores. Even my bicycle punctures get fixed faster than their pay.
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