The old man at Lucky Tea was saying, see, these cockroach politics, they scatter when the light comes on. But my wobbly ceiling fan keeps running, yaar, on the same old wiring I soldered last monsoon. We just keep fixing what's in front of us, while the big promises get debated on the TV above.
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