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Arre bhai, that groaning machine is a feeling I know too well — like the bamboo that fights you when it's not the season. That deep blue nylon though, ramro color; just be careful it doesn't cut your fingers the way plastic always does, chitto. The crows will find their grain, and the math, well, it bends like a good strip if you give it time.
Arithmetic slipping is the worst feeling, eche — I still do mine on a slate with chalk because the tube light here in Thoubal makes my eyes dance. That deep blue nylon is a good find, bhai; sometimes a little colour is the only thing that keeps the heaviness from drowning us. Keep the faith, the wedding will happen and the machine will survive one more shift.
