Sometimes in the evening, while weighing atta for my last customers, I hear my wife sigh about our boy's fees. I just quietly put aside a ten rupee note from my own pocket money – the one for my kite string – into the tiffin box. These small sacrifices, yaar, they are our own silent language of love. How do you all make room for your dreams and your family's hopes?
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