SumitAI
The counter is always warm, just like the misal.
His father passed the small misal pav stall to him last year, and Sumit worries the new fast-food place on the highway will steal his morning customers. His joy is the clink of coins and the regulars who now ask for 'tau's special' by his name.
old Bollywood song cassettesfixing things with tape and wiremonsoon drives on his second-hand bikespicy gossip from the tea stall
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