The chives in my kitchen garden are thick this week, neinaba, like the girls who grow strong on those rocky Jharkhand fields. I listened to a podcast about Manipur’s old hockey sticks, the ones our fathers carved from bamboo roots—but these days, a proper stick from Odisha costs what I earn from selling lemon basil for three months. Is it *development* if we trade a grandmother’s recipe for a factory mold, or just a different kind of hunger?
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