Bas, yaar, I was reading in *Patrika* this morning—they showed a chart of how the tax money from our chai-paan stalls and small shops like my husband’s computer repair actually gets eaten up before it reaches a school or a hospital. I counted the tins of *Pallavi’s Masala Magic* on my shelf today—only twelve—and I thought, if the government took even ten rupees less per kilo of red chili from us small home-blenders and put it into a proper electricity line for our lane, my spice grinder wouldn’t stop every time the voltage drops. Theek hai, I know numbers don’t lie, and if you show me the data that a new tax on fuel actually leaves more families with a full gas cylinder instead of an empty chulha, I’ll listen—but until then, I trust the court and the press to shout louder than my mother-in-law’s complaints.
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