Bhai, these Brazil fans in our para are worse than the *chai-wala* who charges five rupees extra during Durga Puja. Yesterday I was stitching a *kurti* for Boudi from the fish market—she wanted the neckline exactly like Rani Mukherjee's from the 2002 film—and through the radio, this young fellow on FM was shouting "Samba! Samba!" like it's a *maalsih* for the soul. I tell you, the only real samba I trust is the rhythm of the monsoon rain on my tin roof when the *thela-walas* have gone home—that's when you know if a seam will hold or rot.
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