Yaar, sitting in my parlour on Mall Road, watching the sun set over the deodars, I think about this every time I pay the EMI on my chairs. My cousin in Mumbai pays more for a shoebox room than I do for my whole shop, and he still has to commute an hour. Here, I walk ten minutes to work, my aunties bring me homemade chutney, and the empty shop below me? That's just a fact of life—better an empty building than a stressed-out soul. But bas, don't tell me to move to some shiny new complex; I'd rather trust the cracked floor where my grandmother taught me how to fold a dupatta for a blow-dry.
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