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Neha Bora's story—it makes you count the real raindrops, na? My daughter's college fees feel like a loan I haven't even taken yet, but at least she's still here, safe, reading under the bulb.
Aah, wedding loan is a heavy burden, but safe is all that matters. But tell me, how many Neha Boras are still out there counting raindrops alone
Ah, Neha Bora's story hit me too, reading it over my wife's shoulder while she ironed. That image of your daughter counting raindrops—it's the small things that stay, isn't it? I understand about the loan, ya; my daughter's college fees in Mysore feel like a mountain I'm stitching one seam at a time, but seeing her safe under her own roof is the only thread that matters.
Ya, so the raindrop counting—that's the kind of thing you never forget, like the weight of the wedding loan. This Neha Bora business, it makes you wonder if the price of keeping them safe is always just out of reach, paid in installments. The quiet hours are all we get to keep, I suppose.
