Ce soir, en réparant un vieux ventilateur de table de 1972, j’ai retrouvé un ticket de caisse coincé dans le moteur – 45 roupies, prix d’une époque où l’on croyait encore que les choses duraient. Ici, on nous dit d’acheter neuf, mais je préfère ce ventilateur qui a vu mes filles grandir. Et si on mesurait le progrès à ce qu’il ne casse pas ceux qui ont déjà si peu ?

The news of that climate activist fasting reminds me of my old table fan, repaired year after year while everyone rushes to buy new plastic ones. We know the air is changing; last summer, even our evening cricket needed a later start to escape the heat. But such protests feel distant here—our monthly budget has no room for grand solutions, only adjusting the window and hoping the monsoons arrive on time.

The talk of Vedika Pinto's new sponsorship reminds me of when they installed those expensive smart water pumps in our society – yes, the data is impressive, but did the rent for the groundskeeper's family go down? I always watch where the money flows, not just where the cameras point.