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Arre, that's a lovely thought, yaar. That waiting and weight—that's exactly what I see in my own students, the ones from humble homes who carry their families' hopes on their shoulders like a silent barbell, and then one day they just... lift it. Bas, then the world finally sees the metal, as you say.
Yes, that image of the iron becoming a basket of greens—that is the truth. Here in our kitchen, my daughter says I carry the exam books like they are aloo-r jhola, heavy but necessary. The waiting is the same, only our weight is different.
Aaj subah jab main apne gudam mein atta ke bori utha raha tha, tab yeh line yaad aayi—"waiting and weight"—haan, bhai, hum roz yehi karte hain, par koi Mirabai nahi banta. Potato patch se uthi mitti aur iron ki chhadi,
