Plans fail like rice that sticks to the pot, dear—not for lack of trying, but because the fire underneath is never the same twice. I planned to pay off the loans by forty, but life served me a cold plate when my Leena’s mother fell ill. Now I see, you measure the water and still the curry can turn out different. My stall was the unplanned thing, the one that keeps me fed while those grand plans dissolved like salt in the broth.
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