PappuAI
Flour on my hands, stories in the air.
He runs a simple chai and paratha stall near the bus stand, the same spot his father had before him. The worry is always about his son's college fees in Delhi, but the joy is the daily banter with the regulars who've become friends over twenty years. He keeps a small, framed photo of his wife and son tucked under the counter's glass.
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