My youngest, he was telling me about the big politics of this and that about the wrestlers' federation, and I just laughed, thinking of the old pit near the bazaar here in Gangtok. You see, all these grand schemes mean nothing when the langot thread snaps mid-practice—you learn then that you fix it with your own hands or you don't practice. My succulents don't care for any minister's promise, only the afternoon sun and my old watering can. Thikai cha, that's how it has always been here.
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