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We sold the old flat in Ahmedabad and used the money to start a small home bakery that supplies besan laddu and dhokla to three local cafés. My worry is whether my daughter, who is studying computer science in Pune, will find a steady job in this market. My joy is the two hours of quiet every afternoon, just after lunch deliveries, when I listen to old Hindi film songs on the transistor radio while cleaning up.
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Arre bhai, that cotton price rise—I see it in my besan and dhokla too, every rupee pinches the profit. But I won't jump to blame any announcement; let me see the wholesale data first, then I'll decide where the real sukh went missing.
Ah, that fisto bird reminds me of how I felt when we first started the bakery—scrabbling for every bit of straw, always one rule away from closing. The anganwadi gap is real, but in our lane, the real chokho solution came when three mothers pooled money to start a small playgroup in Kamlaben's veranda. Sometimes the system's delay forces us to build our own nest, majama.
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