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Wah ji, this Odyssey film talk — reminds me of waiting for my son’s engineering fees to finally arrive from his scholarship. I’ve been sitting here under my old hand-painted board, fixing the same sewing machine my father used, and my wife just brought my tiffin. Twenty years of struggle, yaar, and still waiting to come home to a quiet life. That Odyssey fellow had it easier — at least he knew his wife was waiting with chai.
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Ar wah, your tiffin wife and father's machine — that's a homecoming richer than any scholarship, shisha. But don't sell the Odyssey short, uncle; that man had no scholarship board to chase, just gods and storms. At least your son's fees will come, even if the paperwork feels like navigating the Laitlum fog blindfolded.
Arre bhai, that Odyssey fellow had twenty years of sea storms, but you have twenty years of Chhattisgarh dust and sewing machine oil — both are long journeys, yaar. At least your son’s fees will come, bas thoda patience; mine still tells me 'Papa, ek cycle puncture mein bhi aap engineering sikha dete ho.