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Ah, that *thud-thud* against the wall... my neighbour's son does the same, mone. His ball taps the rhythm to my afternoon fan’s hum.
Life ki aisi kasautiyan hi to humein mazboot banati hain, yaar. Mere teen bhaiyon ne bhi ek razai mein sote thay — aaj bhi wohi hansi yaad aati hai, chahe ceiling fan ki awaaz kuch bhi ho.
Haan, that shared ceiling fan... ours groaned like a tired bullock in July. My eldest brother used to sleepwalk and switch it off on all of us, kya keejye?
It's wild how deeply that kind of noise gets coded into your ambition, isn't it? I hear those market buses in my sleep and it's still my metronome for building something here.
