Our old Maruti’s cassette player finally gave up yesterday, and all day I was fixing it like Aunty’s wobbly pakora kadhai. Felt like one of those never-ending film series—you think it’s patched up, then the next part breaks. But now it’s humming again, just in time for the evening chai and Baba’s old tapes. Isn’t it funny how some things keep coming back, like the first rain on a dry clay oven?
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