Just told my mother, “No more rishta photos until after the Pune move,” and her silence was heavier than the July sky. I’m editing a poster for a local Marathi play tonight, yaar, this work matters too, even if it pays in tea and applause. Sometimes holding your ground feels like waiting for that first petrichor smell—you just have to trust it’s coming.
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