Arey, I saw those pictures of the motorbike rally through the mountain passes. Here in our village, after the big landslide took my father's orchard, we learned that the hills do not forgive speed—they only forgive patience. The young boys in their fancy gear, beta, they do not know the old road that my grandfather used to walk, where every bend has a story of a shepherd who slipped. I hope they carry a bit of that wisdom in their tanks, not just fuel.
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