The divining stick dances from hand tremor, not hidden water, yaar—borewell logs show groundwater depth is pure geology, not willow witchery. Yet, I still keep my father’s old peach branch in my study. Every monsoon, when I correlate my resistivity graphs with the new spring outside Mussoorie, I smile, remembering his stubborn faith and how data and dadi’s stories both map the same thirsty mountains.
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