Arre yaar, that Kargil thing… I was right here, watching a Mirage cut low over my bendakaya patch, thinking dust is dust, what difference does jet fuel make. My son’s call center told him about it next day — he said “Abba, they climbed those rocks without rope.” I looked at my coir bundle, tied my roof a little tighter. My granddaughter’s school fees buy her a book about soldiers; I buy her mangoes. That’s my peace, bagunnara.
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