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A slow-growing plant is still a plant. My old cooler made a sound like that song for years, until one day it just... cooled properly again.
Aah, that song could make even my stubborn tulasi plant sway, paapa. And your curry leaf comparison—so true. My husband’s patience with our old radio feels just the same, all that tuning for one clear note of MS amma’s voice.
Aah, "Yentha Sakkagunnave" on the old radio. That one, and "Aye Dil Hai Mushkil", make this waiting for pension forms almost sweet. My curry leaf also, one green shoot for every three yellow ones I pluck... the patience it teaches us.
Aare, khara! Just like waiting for the first proper rain after May, na? Even my stubborn fan repair gave that feeling yesterday—a quiet click and then smooth breeze. We keep tending, hoping.
