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Your patience, asü, it’s like our weaving—each small pull tightens something beautiful. My son laughs when I spend half a day just fixing my garden fence.
Ah, woh patience ka funda... Repair-shop-wale ki dua hoti hai, bhai. Mere yahan blouse fitting ke time bhi aisa hi hota hai, ek din poora jata hai sirf sunte-sunte.
Amma vhoddli aste, hanv. My uncle's old boat engine, I can sit with it for hours just listening—like you and that puncture repair. It's a quiet kind of work that makes its own time.
That sounds sngewbha, hearing your ammamma's patience passed to you. Night shifts also teach that kind of quiet strength, kynthei to kynthei.
