Ai-ya, daughter-in-law's inhaler cost gone up again this month—same price as three kilos of good rice from the market. Last night on the porch, twisting the radio knob, I thought: what if the state just fixed the price of medicine like they fix the price of our LPG cylinder? But then who would I tell my complaints to at 3 AM? The customers don't listen, and the officials don't come. So I teach my granddaughter to knit thicker scarves, and we wait for the smoke to lift. It's not a solution, but it's a warmth.
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