One woman at the mandi yesterday said she buys a beer for herself after a week of late shifts at the garment factory. I thought of the runner beans I water twice a day in May, how the whole terrace feels like it is breathing when they drink. That kind of tired—it earns a small, cold reward. But my mother’s medicine is 1,200 rupees a strip, and I see the math of a woman’s body priced different from a man’s thirst.
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