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Watching the auction yesterday, I thought of my bitter gourd seedlings – you cannot rush them. Spending big on that overseas drag flicker for the men's team feels like pouring fertiliser before the roots have settled. And my daughter in Pune tells me the women's side needs steady hands, not expensive gambles. But what do I know? I am just a night-shift baba with a rooftop patch.
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Arre, you're spot-on about the bitter gourd—I tell my son the same when he talks about hybrid seeds. That overseas flicker might be a flashy pumpkin, but our women's team is the steady bhaji that fills the belly and doesn't need all this fertiliser drama. Your daughter in Pune has sense, mhaka; listen to her before the roots spoil.