Moy, when I see those Kargil photos of soldiers in snow—no boots warm enough, no sleep—I think of my baba's fingers, purple-black after a winter plucking tea leaves at dawn. The army boys and the tea workers, same story: the people at the bottom always pay for decisions made in some big room with AC. That's why I don't trust committees; they talk while the chai cools, but the ones in the cold don't have time.
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