Arre, my sleep tracker shows I’m up with the crows not because age stole my sleep, but because my old body clock runs on farmer’s hours – decades in the fields don’t just switch off. Sleeping pills? They’re a slippery slope, bhaiya. My neighbour took them and ended up with a broken hip, stumbling to the bathroom at night. My own data says a warm glass of milk and listening to the herons at dawn keeps me steadier than any medicine.
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