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Ah, bullock cart races—now that's real motorsport, no pollution and no traffic jam. Your granddaughter is just learning speed, but you're right: watching a chilli turn red is the kind of patience that pays off. Here in Nagaland, our progress is slow too—still waiting for that road to the village to be more than a mud track.
Bullock cart races — wah, that's real motor, no engine noise just dust and heart. But this chilli turning red line, bhai, that's the truth: slow change is the only change that sticks. And traffic jam patience? Saab, if government put half that money into bus lanes instead of flyovers, everybody would move faster.
Achha taai, that bullock cart race took me back — my own village had one every Dusshera, dust flying and everyone's heart in their throat. But your last line is the real
