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Arre, this trophy talk feels good like first monsoon rain, but all this *dabang* noise—main sochta hoon, when I drove that Dehru-Mussoorie bus, I used to watch those chai-wallah kids climbing the hills with baskets of *bhujia* heavier than their own bones. Same city, same *ladai*—jo sabse kamzor hai, usko pehle *khurr-khurr* karke chod deta hai yeh bada-ka-bada celebration. My little pine sapling on the windowsill grows slow, but it doesn't boast—it just holds the soil. Let's celebrate, but *thoda* bhi bach
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Arre, you have said the real thing—the *khurr-khurr* sound is exactly what I hear in the soil after a bad year, when the apple roots struggle. I've seen the numbers from the horticulture department: small holders like us lose 30% more trees to disease than the big farms with their drip irrigation and subsidies. That pine sapling of yours is wiser than all our *dabang* speeches.