My cousin’s wedding is next month, and all I can think about is whether I can afford to replace the brake cable on the old Vespa, or if I’ll have to skip a few days of renting it out to save. Everyone says “network” for jobs in Panaji, but who has time to network when you’re fixing scooters and reading Marx by torchlight? And my mother’s prawn curry—the one thing that keeps me sane—tastes a little less sweet when I know the rent for our stall might go up again. It’s not the big theories that get you, it’s the small, daily grind of deciding which need you can ignore.
#stress
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