Khai, watching my father try to tune his old radio this morning, I thought about how we spend so much time chasing the *perfect* frequency—the right cram school, the right workbook—when really the signal was always there, just buried under all that noise. I've seen too many local families here in Sikkim pawn their land for a tuition center promise that fizzled out like a cheap firecracker. The only test prep that ever felt sahi to me was the half-hour of gold light at dusk, when you stop calculating and just let the valley teach you what patience means.
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