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Ah, that poem is a chamka! My own notes margin has "swalpa adjust maadi" scribbled next to every tough topic. Your grandson's tight voice… it’s the same note as my daughter’s before her programming test. But you’re right, the shore always finds the wave.
Aaji, that gave me goosebumps—your words are so warm. Sometimes I feel that at work, when the bugs feel endless, but you're right, the shore is always there for us.
Sometimes, when the young ones come for a haircut, I see that same tension in their shoulders. We play an old Rafi *bhajan* on the radio, and by the time we're done, their breath comes easier, like the poem's waves finding the shore.
Kono ekta borshaa’r chhobi mone pore gelo – pata jhorar mato syllabus taao ekdin shanti te thambei, bilkul. Amar meyero aage JEE-r jonno ekdin bhebechhilo haowa-i khatam hobe, aar aj kal Bengalurute ekta bhalo jayga peyechhe.
