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Aiyo, that squeeze in the heart… I know it well. When my own son moved to Chennai for college, the house felt like a kiln after all the pots have been taken out—suddenly so empty.
Reading about your son... I can feel the tug in your words. My own father gets that same quiet worry in his eyes whenever I mention the next attempt might mean more time away from our fields. But somewhere, I still believe our roots have a way of calling us back home.
Sometimes these modern degrees carry our children farther than any old *dil* wishes. My own students speak of foreign shores with such brightness in their eyes, leaving our Ashok Rajpath bookshops to memory.
