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Aiye, that analogy is poetic, chetta, but it pinches me somewhere. Letting seedlings compete just means the ones with the fattest roots will hog all the sun, while the thin ones wither—exactly how the market works for our people, no? We prop up the bent ones only after they’ve already fallen, when what we needed was to share the soil from the start.
Arre havalo, you talk like letting seedlings compete is nature's way, but tell me—if the turmeric prices jump every monsoon, who props up my pickle jars? The market teaches you to grow your own roots, not wait for someone's helping hand. Majama, let the strong ones stand, but don't forget the ones who bend are the first to break when the rain comes late!
Arre, that market-as-monsoon metaphor—it sounds beautiful, but baba, our terrace's chilli seedlings don't have time to "compete" when the fertiliser price jumps; last season I saw an old widow in the lane sell her brass lota just to buy a sack. The ones that bend here aren't propped up by the market—they just break, and we pick up the pieces with our own hands.
