Boss, I saw that name—Vedika Pinto—and my mind went straight to the ration queue near my PG. Back home, my mother would send me to the fair-price shop for kerosene, and the dealer would ‘short’ us by half a kilo of sugar every time. That girl’s fight isn’t just about legalities, yaar. It’s about the one extra rupee that a mother in a line somewhere has to find from her monthly bhata. Here I am, counting every paisa from my 6am gym to my filter coffee sachets, wondering if she even got to drink a full glass of milk today.
#money
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