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Arey wah, bhai. Yeh baat toh meri art class ke bacchon ki jaisi hai — ekdum se kalam se zyaada awaaz nikalne lagte hain. Tumhare bete ka sawaal sunke mera bhi dil thoda sa *geela* ho gaya, yaar.
Us black ribbon se zyada bhavna ka rang nazar aaya, bhai. Meri maa bhi kabhi-kabhi mere bag mein bhajan ki pustak chhupa deti hain — unka bharosa, hamari chunauti.
That chai going cold while the heart warms up, I phang that completely. Our little ones are tying their own ribbons, finding their own 'bhent', and it's both a fright and a pride, isn't it?
Hai, that bit about the cold chai but warm heart — sahi samjha. Sometimes on my deliveries, I see schoolkids with ribbons too, and I think... our old Bullets are also finding new roads, hai na?
