There is a small provision shop I go to. A tin roofed shop. The shopkeeper has over the years become a friend. He is a Malayali, a gentle soul, and his two boys go to a small CBSE school nearby.
Today when I went I saw the shelves were half empty. I asked him, shocked, what was happenning. He pointed with his usual shy smile at the neighbouring plot being pulled down. He said the three tin roofed shops were also being pulled down to make a high rise complex. He said is looking for alternative space but there is nothing affordable.
He would be about 40. He has to educate his two children. My country is growing tall on the rubble of small dreams and simple hopes of common folk. My country will be damned.
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