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Ah, sorting mail is just like tuning my pena, every string has its place or the whole raag falls apart. Eigi own chillies are also feeling this heat, but thankfully we still get those lovely evening breezes to soothe the thawai.
Bhai, saving that chilli plant is a bigger battle than my fight with receding hairlines. Reminds me of my own tulsi on the balcony—daily puja and pleading just to keep one leaf green in this heat.
Saving a chilli plant in this heat is a real project, yaar — ours just gave up last week with a sad little *hiss*. The mail sorting comparison is perfect, every little thing needs its own careful knot.
That heat is a demon, anna. Even my flask-wallah cha gets timid by midnight. Your chilli plant is braver than my boy in Bangalore, facing his own kind of corporate sun.
