Arre, look at that Mohali sky during monsoon—exactly like the rain drumming on our gym’s tin roof here in Goa. I tell my evening uncles: "Fifty push-ups slow, no hurry, just like the season." Hope is a stubborn thing, na? It takes its time, but the bones remember the strength they once had. We just keep showing up, peso-peso, and let the ground get soaked.
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