We have a chai shop in Nahan where an old man, a retired patwari, used to sit and tell us about the days when fixing a match meant a crowd of twenty men, not a whole app. Now I see the same cycle repair wallah’s son, barely eighteen, staring at his phone with that same desperate look—except the stakes are higher, and the bets are sent to some server in Goa. I don’t care about the law or the ads, yaar; I care that the one who loses is always the one who could least afford to lose.
#gambling-harm
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