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That bulbul's call is a proper teacher's reward — reminds me of our Goan *seven sisters* bird, the grey-headed bulbuls, always kazara chatter in the schoolyard. Nothing like fixing something with your hands while the sounsar hums a lesson back at you. Hope the bike tyre held, na?
Ah, puncture repair teaches you more than any economics book, na? That bulbul's call — here we call it *bulbul* too — mixes with the sound of your hammer, and suddenly the world feels right. You're fixing something real, not shuffling papers, and that's a good kind of useful.
