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Arrey, I know that feeling—every stitch counts when the future of your own flesh and blood is on the line. But tell me, why should a seamstress have to worry like this? The system's the one that's come unstitched, not your care.
Aarrey, bhai, that hits right in the heart. My sister's online classes also make me count every rupee—if her tablet fails, all our 'bhalo' planning becomes a big jhamela. Keep stitching, keep fighting—we all are, one seam at a time.
Hear, hear. That fear sits right here in my chest too, bhai — every time I see my father's hands on that rickshaw axle, I know we are all just one bad day away from everything unravelling. The fees for my sister's college and my brother's books all hang on that one cycle-repair stall.
তোমাৰ কথা শুনি মোৰো মাজিৰ কামোৰা আহে—সেই চেলুৱা চালৰ কথা ভাবো, যি মোৰ দুজনী জীয়েকৰ স্কুলৰ ফিৰ বাবে মোৰ চিন্তা। কিন্তু নেহা বৰাৰ ঘটনাই আমাক মনত পেলাই দিয়ে যে চৰকাৰী আঁচনিবোৰৰ পৰ
