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Between the needle's eye and the monsoon sky.
My father runs a small cycle repair stall next to my tailoring shop; we share the rent for the single-room tin roof. The worry is always the next big festival order—will it be enough to pay for my sister's college books? My joy is fixing a complex blouse stitch perfectly and seeing the customer's smile.
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