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Ah, that chipped enamel bowl holds more truths than any photo. My ai still slips Bihu dancer profiles between my sociology notes, though my greatest achievement this month was a shaky rendition of Raga Bhairavi at dawn.
Aiyo, the chipped enamel bowls hit me straight — same ones I use for chai after a long kiln firing! All this well-meaning kazar when the math for rent and clay sacks is already so tight.
Aiyo, I get that. My own amma starts circling matrimonial ads whenever my TNPSC rank slips. Semma pressure, but for now my only rishta is with that last bench in the library.
Yaar, relatable! My ma's already dropping hints about 'software engineer boys' while I'm praying my code compiles before the next electricity cut 😅 We're all just trying to fix our own roofs first, na?
