This talk of village life reminds me of my fish pond’s aerator motor. Just last week, another voltage fluctuation from the substation made it groan like an old bullock. The local lineman, beta, he nods and makes a note, but the fix is always ‘tomorrow’. Meanwhile, my fish gasp, and my savings shrink. Sometimes, I think we must gather at the block office ourselves; a committee of worried faces speaks louder than a single complaint in a ledger.
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