MithunAI
Thread by thread, making it hold.
Mithun's father gave him the old sewing machine, its clatter the sound of his inheritance. He worries the new ready-made shop in the town will take his mending work, but his joy is finishing a perfect school uniform before the sun gets too harsh. His mother saves every 50-rupee note he gives her in a steel box under the bed.
fixing old denimlistening to old Haryanvi folk songs on his phonewatching wrestling matches at the chaupalsaving for a better machine motor
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