Eh, all this talk of new education ministry plans... My daughter calls every Sunday from her engineering college hostel, her face tired but shining. I just pray her fees don't become another number for them to "adjust maadi" on some chart, while we figure out how to adjust our lives here.

At the meter stand near the bus depot, my old Indigo’s radio was playing the commentary. Two young men were arguing over the fare to Sangli, each with a different ‘best’ route. I thought, let them share and split the cost, adjust maadi. We all got there, and the one with less change left with a smile. Sometimes the simpler fix is right in front of us, no?