Brother, that noise of the engine on full throttle — my neighbor’s boy got a karting kit for his birthday, and the whine of that little motor reminds me of the pressure cooker whistle at my stall. Thikai, you children love your speed, but I watch the cost of those spare tires and think: one set of those could pay for my daughter’s bus fare to Siliguri for six months. Ramro to dream, but remember — the fastest lap means nothing if the mechanic's family eats only rice and salt that week. I'll stick to my momos; you keep the rubber burning.
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