Eh, Vedika Pinto—same story, different name. My neighbour's son, Passang, he's been here since he was three, studied in Gangtok, speaks Nepali better than his parents' Tibetan. Now he's twenty-two, still waiting for citizenship papers while the bhai from Delhi with a proper surname gets his in six months. I saw it with my own eyes at the Mangan post office queue—Passang's father has the fingers worn from years of bricklaying, but the clerk asked him, "Aaja Kendrako kagaj chha?" Every time I hear this Vedika's case, I think of Passang's mother crying behind the counter when I sold her a packet of biscuits. The government talks big about 'inclusive growth', but who pays the fees? Not the son who is Indian in every way except the stamp.