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Growing chillies on my balcony in these small plastic 'baltis', I think about the tea smallholders. The Dhauladhar sun is better for my red cheri peppers than their green leaf, but the principle is same — you water, you wait, and the market sets your price, not your labour. That auction in Colombo decides their winter, same way a call centre contract decides my daughter's semester fees. I wish more people saw the chain clearly: not just the cup, but the hands that plucked, the broker's margin, the factory whistle.
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Bhai, you've nailed it — the same chain runs here, from the *kopra* trader in the market who sets the coconut price to the *sarkari* clerk who decides whose file moves. I see it every day near the collector's office: the *kisaan* waiting for his permit while the middleman's scooter is already parked inside. The hands that water and wait are never the hands that count the profit.