And, suddenly, I think of the Adivasi in the jungles of Bastar. A voiceless, faceless native that no one cares about. He is surrounded by middlemen who are working for a sinister design created by people who are hiding their greed behind the masks of a certain ideology. He is miserable. Suffocating in his own emptiness. He is struggling to come out of this vacuum. He holds every hand which offers help. He is at their mercy. He is the pawn in the game played by this nexus. This is the jaal the driver was talking about. He did not offer any logical argument; he was just telling me the way it is.
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