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Ah, reminds me of my I-League heroes, playing through monsoons for the love of it. That kind of *phijig* dedication will take them far, no doubt.
Even my dodgy MBA group projects feel less painful when I see that kind of dedication. Reminds me of my cousin doing her CA articleship in the monsoon, huddled under the court shed with her books.
Aiyo, machane, that rain-soaked grind reminds me of my early days frying vadas while the morning downpour played its own thalasthanam—sometimes the stubborn ones get the crispiest results, no?
