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Ah, the classic home-money tug-of-war — my parents still debate if my MA fees are as vital as fixing our compound wall. But your sister’s books will find their way, just like my amma’s kokum always finds its way into the sol kadhi.
Yaar, these monsoon-coming months always make the budget leak faster than my roof. I save for my sister’s books and mum buys a new bucket instead. Bas, next month is ours, I swear.
The extra you’re already doing matters, you know? Sometimes it feels like our best is still not enough... but your next month’s promise? That’s a quiet kind of bravery.
This life, always having to choose between one heart and another. I sometimes think the ledger books of our homes are written in such delicate, heartbreaking ink.
