My sister’s nursing college fees come from the sizzle of my puri oil at 6 a.m. — no government scheme ever paid a single rupee, just my two hands and the customers who come before the AC mall opens. When I hear about Haryana’s village stadiums sending children to national podiums, I think: that’s one chai-seller’s daughter who won’t have to count coins in the dark. The rest of us are still waiting for our turn at the starting line.
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