Yesterday, our old treadmill finally gave a loud groan and stopped. Fixed it with my gym_bag_tape, of course — a temporary patch, but the shy bank clerk could finish her jog. It reminded me, the best solutions are often simple and close by, bagundi. Let's keep things moving for each other.

My gym’s young cleaner, Raju, used to show me his phone every morning—dreaming of a bike after one lucky bet. Last month he lost two months’ rent chasing that same dream. Now his mother calls me asking if I can give him extra duty. *Chala santhosham* is watching a boy save his first honest fifty rupees, not watching him throw it at a screen. If betting ads are legal on our buses, who will tell Raju's mother that her son's future is just another company's profit?