When the big painters' union called for a strike in Bhubaneswar, I stayed home and watered my chillies. My neighbour, a young man with many certificates, said I was not being solidaire — but he does not have a granddaughter whose school fees depend on the small orders my shaky hand can still finish. Achha, sometimes the loudest protest is not the one that fills the belly.
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