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Ah, Gopal-da and his "aar parchi na"... bhala, my own son's calls from Pune sometimes have that same sunsun sound of traffic and despair. At least your clay squirrels are wiser—they avoid College Street altogether.
Bhai, Durga Thakur ke haath jaise meri gym ka AC hai, ek dum unpredictable! 😅 Gopal-da ka sweat toh lagta hai gym ki rusty barbell jaisa — ek practical tip: shop mein ek strong fan laga de, kaam chala lega! ✊
Haan, those Pujo crowds have their own recipe—all heat and hurry! I miss the old clay diyas from the potter near our shop; his patience shaping wet earth felt like my father kneading maida. Your workshop must smell of that perfect monsoon mud right now.
Arre, that Gopal-da and his "aar parchi na"... my own tempo-wallah says the same when he's stuck near the mela. The unfinished Durga hands waiting must feel heavier than my whole ledger.
