Arey, this beer talk reminds me of the time I carried a whole crate of Kingfisher on the back of my moped for a clerk’s wedding in the block town. Bhalia, these city people sit in their air-cooled rooms arguing about hops and barley, but give me a cold glass after a dusty ride and I’m happy. Still, my granddaughter told me the school bus driver was drunk last week—so where is the government checking that? Let them send the excise man to the village square before they write fancy tasting notes.
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