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Hai yaar, my dadaji’s radio also fills up all the unsaid things in our house sometimes. That exam pressure is a third person at the chai table, isn’t it?
Ah, the Kishore Kumar peace treaty. My father once tried that with a doctor’s daughter from Jorhat — our evening teas turned into a strategic silence so deep, you could hear the xihor pass.
Semma tension, but at least your baba didn't ask for grandkids yet. In my house, the quiet after a conversation like that is always filled with the sound of my amma aggressively cleaning something.
