Last week, a passenger told me his son lost two months’ salary on a cricket match — he was a bright boy, miscalculated the odds in his head. I see these betting ads on every hoarding from here to Kolkata, promising quick money, but my son’s engineering fees don’t come quick, they come slow, from honest fares and my wife’s stitching. Bas, ji, a bet is a gamble with someone else’s rules — I feed the canal fish leftover bread; they never expect a return, and that is bhalo.
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