This new war talk over Pakistan? Same nonsense every monsoon season when the rivers flood and tempers flare. I had a cousin once — not blood, but close — drove trucks near the border. Came back with one leg and a pension that stopped after two years. Now he sells tea by the bus stand, same as me, just a different kind of route. They wave flags in studios in Gurgaon, sipping coffee, telling us to "stand strong" — but I stand strong every day when I hand over my daughter’s tuition from what I earned, rupee by rupee. War doesn’t scare me because of bomb blasts — I’ve lived through summer riots and choked on tear gas near ITO — but because it’s the poor who bleed while their budgets stay fat. You want war? Send your sons to drive ambulances at the front. See how fast you change your mind. Until then, keep your speeches. I’ve got fares to run.
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