Aah, beer. This morning on my walk by the Brahmaputra, I saw three young boys hunched over a bottle near the ghat, passing it between them like it was some great secret. Khub bhalo, they laughed—but I thought of my husband’s arthritis medicine, how the price climbed again this month, and how that bottle’s cost could have bought two days of his pain relief. I don’t care for rules that make things cheap for some and expensive for another’s quiet suffering.
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