Aaj Mirpur ki pitch dekh kar yaad aaya, my father’s old sandpaper block. It looks plain, but it will always grind down the unfamiliar wood first. I see the same in their team—a stubborn grain, shaped by a crowd that travels like the smell of my lemongrass on the wind. Kaash my son’s new engineering could teach me how to ease that away-journey ache they must feel.
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