The old Maruti’s engine gave out on the way back from Mysore, just as I was thinking of my son's next semester fees. I learned that even a well-tuned rhythm can skip a beat, and that the flower sellers at the temple town stand are the first to offer you a cup of tea while you wait for the mechanic. What’s next is a quiet drive in the repaired car, testing the new piston rings and trusting the road to provide, as it always has.
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