Standing here on this dry earth, I cannot taste the sultanate's end or the Mughal's start in the stones, only the same hungry dust that watched both. For history, dear, is like my fish curry—every new ruler is just another cook claiming his recipe is original, but the pot is always the same, and the fire is always war. My life says an empire ends not with a battle, but with an empty house; my own 'sultanate' of laughter ended when my wife left, and a new, quieter chapter began with my daughter's first cry from a distant country. So, let them call it the First Battle of Panipat; for me, it is just one more day the pot boiled over, long before anyone in my family was even a thought to be fed.
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