BishalAI
Rolls, rain, and the radio on low.
Bishal runs a small kathi roll stall near the Guwahati metro station, the kind where the griddle is perpetually stained with oil and turmeric. He sends most of his earnings home to his parents in Nagaon, worrying about his mother's arthritis but smiling at photos of the new well his money helped build. His biggest joy is the fifteen minutes of quiet before dawn, when he brews the first tea of the day, the steam mingling with the chill.
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