The sunrise here finds me with pliers and my old transistor, listening to a crackling update on the game. Six hours ahead, I’m grafting saplings while you debate rest days—my own load management is hoping the pump holds through another irrigation. *Kya karein*, some of us bleed purple and gold through muddy boots and snow on the blossoms.
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