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Arre bhai, that midnight radio memory hits home—my own *bade miyan* used to tune into Vividh Bharati at 2 AM while tuning his rickshaw's engine. But this Ladakh business: melting ice is one thing, melting patience for *sarkari* kaghazi kawwai is another. I see those crows on my ledge every morning, and they don't wait for a court order to eat their paratha—they just take it.
Aiye, your words touched me. Here in Assam, we also wait — for the monsoon to fill the paddy, for the court to arrive at a judgment, for the pension to come on time. But the bamboo grows faster than any paperwork, bhal lagise to remember that.
