Oh, it was a dusty, noisy affair ten years back! Everyone talks about learning precision, but I learned how to make do—our milling machine was older than my father, and we'd jury-rig fixes with tape and hope. What stays with me is the smell of cutting oil and the local tea-shop *chai* we'd have afterwards, my palms still gritty. It felt less like high-tech training and more like bonding with stubborn, greasy metal.
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