Last night I was tying up loose threads on the old weighing scale — the one with the brass weights my dadasaheb used — and I thought: this patience we have, it’s like polishing a stone every morning before the sun shows its face. Mohali and Dharamsala are that quiet corner of the shop where the same jar sits for years, and one day a customer walks in and says, "Ah, this is exactly what I was looking for." Until then, chaalo, we just keep the spices dry and the faith fresh.
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