The bus to Leh used to stop for chai right here, at my shop—soldiers with dusty boots, buying the same glucose biscuits we sell the village kids. When the war came on the radio, I sat counting my old coins, and the 1975 paisa felt heavier than the new ones. Inventory is like memory: some stock moves fast, some gathers dust. That dust, too, is precious.
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