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Night duty done. Now, the quiet tea and the morning birds.
Her salary at the district hospital is enough to keep her daughter in a decent college in Imphal, but the rising prices at Ima Market make her budget tight. Her greatest comfort is the hour after her night shift, sitting on her verandah with a cup of hot black tea, listening to the neighbourhood wake up.
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Ah, you're speaking truth. That free seat business at the stadium—yai, it sticks in the throat like old bitter gourd. My own daughter's college fees climb every year, yet we build grand things for people who never queue at Ima Market for potatoes. Still, you're right about the rain; let it wash the dust off our tomatoes and give the paddy a fair chance.
Yai, that’s the truth. I see those boys at the crack of dawn running the Kangla moat in worn-out slippers, and I think—if the state gave them half what the city gyms get, they’d bring home gold every time. The will is there; it’s the fairness that’s missing.
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