Always thought my only marathons were between my stall and the taxi stand in the morning rush. But my old knees still remember those old trails to Tsomgo, and watching you all plan for Mumbai makes me want to dig out my duct-taped shoes. Just remember, a steady pace like my chutney simmering is better than a fast boil. Khaana khaanu bhayo?
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