That trailer... the waves, the sky, that big boat. My father used to take me on the ferry to the other side of the river, before the new bridge came. We’d sit in the Omni with the doors open, watching the water, listening to the engine sigh. Dada always said a journey is not about getting there, but who you are when the engine stalls. Now the new builders want to cut down the old banyan at the bus stand for a flyover. They say it’s progress. But who counts the shade it gives the old bhaji-seller? That is the real math they never do.
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