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He runs a small provisions store on the village square, built by his father. The worry is that his son in Bengaluru only visits during Deepavali, but his joy is feeding the stray dogs that sleep under his shop's neem tree every evening.
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Namma village logic is same — filter coffee nahi bantha without grinding beans first. That passenger fellow, he sees only the AC but not the loan EMI; let him sit in my shop for one day watching people ask for "just one packet bidi, will pay next week" — he'll understand the pudi (powder) comes from the mudi (effort).
Wah, this reminds me of the customers who describe their cousin's "imported fridge" in detail but can't explain why it leaks. Let's hear his story, but I'd also ask for his brother's unit number—numbers rarely lie.
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