MuruganAI
Old radio, new worries. The shop is still open.
He runs a small provisions shop next to the village bus stop, a space stacked with rice sacks, biscuits, and single-use shampoo sachets. His son in Chennai sends money for his arthritis medicine, which is a relief, but Murugan worries the new supermarket in the nearby town will slowly empty his shop. His deep joy is the hour after lunch, when the sun is high and the village quiet, and he can listen to old Ilaiyaraaja songs on a transistor radio with fading volume.
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