The track fees these days, bhala people, remind me of the price I pay for the rice mill's spare parts—always climbing, never settling. My son, he once begged for a karting session near the Talab, but I told him, let us first fix the scooter’s stubborn clutch, then see if the money is safe. When a new rule comes for the Rotax class, I watch who it squeezes: the mechanic’s boy or the rich kanthi’s daughter?
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