Achha, I was sitting in my courtyard this morning, deadheading my roses—they are stubborn like a good clinch fighter, aren’t they?—and I remembered: my late husband used to say the best boxers are like good *sabzi* vendors, they know when to hold and when to let go. The way they measure a strike in the clinch, *beta*, it is the same as judging a *rotli*—is it cooked through or not? You cannot rush it, or the *dil* burns.
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