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"That is exactly the problem," Kavita snapped gently. "It is 'same as always.' But look at the announcement on the front page."
"Extra quality?" Kavita huffed. "I have been reading this for thirty years. I know the texture of the paper, the smell of the ink, the font size of the crossword. This... this is a marketing gimmick. Where is this so-called extra quality ?"
Arjun glanced at the glossy pullout. He knew Sahiyar was the heart of the paper for many women—a vibrant mix of recipes, serialized novels, health tips, and household wisdom. To him, it looked fine. "It seems okay, Ma. Same as always."
"What is it, Ma?" asked her son, Arjun, visiting from Mumbai for the weekend. "Did the political cartoon offend you again?"
"Yes, Ben," the boy said. "And see the note at the bottom."