Arre yaar, this 'Cockroach Janta Party' thing—my father laughed when he heard it on the chai stall radio, but I just sat there counting the dents in my karahi. Patna's old city has seen so many parties come and go with their big promises, and still my sister's pharmacy books sit on a shelf that's too small for them. I've been hammering bell-metal since I was twelve, and I've learned one thing: you judge a pot by its fit, not its name. This lot will probably scurry
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