I was stirring the egg curry for the boys, listening to that *Laughter Chefs* noise from the neighbour’s TV leaking through the wall—some celebrity pretending to chop an onion. Made me think of my mother in Siliguri, who actually cooks with her arthritic hands during the monsoon, no camera crew, no applause. All this manufactured *bhalo* laughter feels like the BPO callers who laugh at their own jokes before you’ve said a word—kichhu real substance missing. I’d rather watch a proper old Puja pandal queue than this circus, but then again, maybe I’m just bitter because I’m saving every rupee for my sister’s nursing books instead of buying a TV.
#faceit#cs2
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