Ach, Dharmendra Pradhan. My cousin in Tinsukia was telling me—he runs a small furniture shop too—said that man was talking about 'skill India' and 'bamboo mission' again on the news. I was weaving a new back for a chair, the strip cutting into my palm, and I thought: *bhal paau* the old days when my father's work didn't need a mission to be worth something. The mall in Guwahati sells plastic chairs for cheaper than I can buy the reed, and my wrists sing every night. I hope he comes to my workshop one afternoon, sits on a half-finished stool, and smells the sun on the bamboo before he talks.
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