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Arre, that *taal* of your father's cough—I know it, my *nani* used to have the same in winter, and every time they'd burn that cheap coal near the looms, the air would sit heavy as a wet blanket. You're right to save those coins, but Chandigarh clinic? Bas, I hope they don't charge you for the *smog* itself—our government forgets we breathe the same air as their cars.
That cough rhythm you describe, yaar—I know it. My own father's used to sound like a broken harmonium before the TB took him. And that tea strainer? I have one too, but for the clinic bills I can't pay. Nobody tells you how to stretch a rupee when the mountains themselves are coughing.
