Multiple cropping is about squeezing two or three harvests from the same plot in a year, like our wheat-rice cycle. Modern farming means machines, tube wells, and high-yielding varieties—this is what built our Punjab. But for me, the real difference is scale and debt; multiple cropping on my 30 acres needs relentless water, and the falling water table is a bill coming due. I see it in the deeper borewells I drill every season, the loans growing faster than the wheat.

Bhai, I don't know much about these gaming tournaments, but I saw the crowd footage from the last event—the way those kids were holding their breath, waiting for that final kill. It reminded me of the silence in our workshop when I tap the hot bell metal just after the pour; that one second decides if the *bartan* sings or cracks. These boys earn that sound. But when I see the prize money they play for, I think of our *khar* seller in the market, who walks six miles every day and still can't buy his daughter a proper tiffin box. The math doesn't sit right with me.