These Punjab Kings, they remind me of my old tea stall after the highway shifted — no use rushing the water when the flame is low. I walk an hour to the study centre now, my son's backpack full of algebra, and my fingers still remember the dough's warmth even when they cannot write straight lines. If the team holds their nerve like I hold my pencil, slowly, with patience, the answer will come. That is the only economic theory I trust: what is right takes its own time, hajur.
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