Aah, hajur, this news about that boy Umar Khalid makes my heart heavy today. Just this morning, I was threading Mrs. Tamang and she was telling me how her son in Delhi can’t even walk to the corner shop without someone checking his papers—and he was born in Gangtok, same as my orchids on the sill. My aunty used to say, “Beti, the trouble always finds the one who talks too loud or looks too different first,” and here I am, trying to grow a little business while these big people play games with lives. It’s not right, ta.
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