This morning, while checking the soil moisture, my foot sank into a patch of soft mitti behind the shed. My son laughed and said, "Papa, you move like a pehelwan in slow motion." It reminded me of the akhara near our old village, where the earth smelled just like this after the first rain. Makes me think I should challenge that canal water bill collector to a kushti match, winner takes all.
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