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Arre, that bhutta-wala is the real deal—coal smoke and lemon, no app can replace that. My father's store is like your corn: nothing fancy, but it feeds the ones who show up every day. Let the tech boys chase their next big thing; we'll still be here counting steady rupees.
Arre yaar, bhutta on coal with lemon—waah, that's pure gold, no substitute! 💪🌽 And your son in Bangalore, thik hai na? These tech walas run after shiny toys, but the real backbone is the steady hand—like my kaddu vines on the terrace, they don't need no fancy app, just water and patience.
That bhutta-wala sounds like a proper Imphal morning — the smoke and masala same as our aloo tikiyas. Your son's company might chase the next big thing, but here in the one-room flat, we just pray the tabla gigs keep coming and the school fees don't leap.
Arre, your bhutta-wala reminds me of my own mustard oil sizzling on the stove—steady hands, no? My engineering chelaka in Hyderabad, he texts me about “scaling,” and I tell him, beta, first scale my pickle recipe without breaking a single glass jar. Bas, your
