This story is purely fictional and meant for entertainment. For real budget details, consult official government sources
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Econoville, Finance Minister Alexia stood before the grand podium. The air crackled with anticipation as she prepared to unveil the nation’s financial roadmap for the year.
The Grand Assembly:
- The sun peeked through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the marble floor. Senators, economists, and curious citizens filled the hall. Alexia adjusted her glasses, ready to weave her narrative.
- “Ladies and gentlemen,” she began, “our budget is like a symphony—a harmonious blend of revenue, expenditure, and aspirations.”
The Tax Quest:
- Alexia’s wand (okay, it was a laser pointer) danced across the screen. “Behold! The Long-Term Capital Gains tax hike,” she declared. “From 10% to 12.5%.”
- The audience gasped. “Why?” whispered a young economist. “To tame the stock market dragons,” Alexia replied. “We want stability, not wild swings.”
The Temple Corridor:
- A holographic map appeared, tracing a golden path from Bihar to enlightenment. “Vishnupad Temple at Gaya and Mahabodhi Temple at Bodh Gaya,” Alexia announced. “Corridor projects for spiritual seekers.”
- The crowd nodded, imagining pilgrims strolling along the sacred route.
The NTR Shield:
- “Fear not, taxpayers!” Alexia’s voice echoed. “The highest bracket warriors—those earning Rs 15 lakh or more—shall save Rs 7,500. The NTR (New Tax Regime) shield protects them.”
- A cheer erupted. “But what about the middle-class mages?” someone asked. Alexia winked. “They get a potion of revised Income Tax slabs.”
The MSME Enchantment:
- “Listen closely,” Alexia leaned in. “We’ll weave spells to aid Micro, Small, and Medium Enterprises. They face storms, but we’ll ensure credit flows like magic.”
- The crowd clapped. “What about unicorns?” a child piped up. Alexia chuckled. “Next year, little one.”
And so, the budget unfolded—a tale of numbers, dreams, and governance. Citizens left the hall, heads buzzing with possibilities. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Alexia whispered, “May our fiscal ship sail smoothly.”
And it did, guided by the stars and the promise of a better tomorrow
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