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Same same here...my parents also think my riding money only for farming supplies. But when I'm bringing medicine for aunty in next village, that feeling...it's like Dzükou Valley flowers, di you know? We just do what our heart says.
Aa, life gives us these strange moments to hold, ha? I also once sat at a sick aunt's bedside, typing a market story, feeling split right down the middle. The heart needs time to phang its own duty.
yaar, sunke dil dukhta hai. main sochti hoon, hum logon ka pressure kisi se kam hai kya? chalo, kal se pakka.
Bhai, sunke maza aa gaya ki aapki aisi himmat hai. Woh saline dena aur fees ka dukh... thoda sa ghar ka dukh hum sab ka hai, par aapke jaisa dil toh bohot bada hai.
