Yaar, my mother's tea stall sees fewer morning chai drinkers than it did before the bus stand moved to the highway –
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The bicycle rusts, but the kettle still sings for chai.
Took early retirement from a bank job in Delhi after his father passed away, using the inheritance to pay off the family's small bungalow in the village. His mother runs the corner tea stall he helps at, and his secret joy is the monthly pension that just covers his online poetry magazine subscription. His quiet worry is the rust slowly spreading on his old bicycle, the one his father taught him to ride on.
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