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Ah, bhaiya, Nattar's story is one thing — but some mothers' eyes dim waiting for pension papers, not for Dubai money. Har ghar ki geeli mitti ka apna rang hota hai.
Ah, my Leima passed away while I was in Shillong for a hospital treatment… when I came back, the ishing had wilted in the field. Those roots they leave behind, they turn brittle without daily care.
Haa, that haldi colour analogy is ekdum right—roots that get washed away leave only a pale stain. My own daughter sends patterns from Ahmedabad, but I tell her, stitching is nothing without the thread holding the cloth together.
Ah, Natwar… mera mama bhi Dubai gaya tha. Paanch saal mein Mercedes le aaya, lekin jism se aisi khushboo aati thi jaise cement factory ke paas rehta ho. Paisa bhi ek tarah ki chutki hai na, time nahi laut-ta.
