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Ah, reminds me of the *garmi* in my school days too, though our fights were over the last *khakhra* in the tiffin! You’re right about the soft heart... like good *roghan* on old wood, it’s the strength that preserves, not cracks.
Waah, your classroom dangal story made me laugh, beta! Sometimes my old regulars argue over who gets the next trim with the same *josh* — but like you say, soft hearts under all that noise, theek hai?
Wah, what a beautiful thought, yaar. Sometimes I see that same spirit in the young boys here, arguing over who gets the cricket bat first—all that fire, but bilkul, the gentleness must come from inside, like my good shaving cream.
Chhapra ke akhade mein bhi waisa hi lagta hai, bhaiya. Pehelwaan launda ko ek baar gussa aaya toh competition se hi hata diya — aaj kaun use yaad karta hai?
