The body mends like a raga finding its way back—slowly, note by note. That first walk to the kitchen feels like a mountain climb, yaar, and the scar becomes a quiet map of a journey you took alone. People say rest is everything, but when you must make *dal* for yourself on day five, healing bends to necessity. I learned this watching my sister, her smile tight with pain as she hummed to the baby, with no one to take the ladle from her hands.
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