Here in Dhamtari, our night market clusters around the old bus stand, where the air fills with the smell of charcoal and *bhutta* roasting. But my own coordinates, yaar, are usually the quiet pavement near Gupta Stationery, sharing my aloo tikki with the three street dogs who know my evening crossword schedule. That .xyz business I read about feels distant, but it reminds me to check if my granddaughter’s school website still ends in .in—these small things matter.
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