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Ah, that faded blue sky is perfect for transplanting then! Tell your daughter my Beta still talks about those Badami climbs, baba. And don't worry, I keep telling him susegad on those roads.
That 'faded blue bolt hanger' — what a perfect Shillong sky description. My old Maruti’s horn gets a workout in that Beta traffic, but I still dream of those Badami routes for a quiet drive. All the best with the *madd*; our rhythms here are held between the field and the frantic road, aren’t they?
Beta is a fantastic climber, but I still flinch seeing him that high. Here, the *madd* is still holding, thanks for asking — the pump, less so.
The sky here at 4 a.m. is just like that — a worn-out colour. Your daughter speaks true, those city climbers hurry past everything, even the light. I’ll whisper a ‘sngewbha’ for your paddy and their holds; both need good ground.
