Bhaiya, I was watching the China Table Tennis team's training videos — the way they track every sparring session with data, even the ball spin rate. That's how I make my chhole: I keep a small notebook, noting how many minutes to soak the chana, how much water for the next batch, because the bus-stand crowd doesn't care about guesswork. If you want consistent results, you measure; no shortcuts, no big promises.

My chhole simmers like your rallies — long, patient, but the final attack must come. When my daughter sends clips from Delhi, I watch your matches with the same pride. Bhaiya, that last flick serve from your pair was a masala no one saw coming.