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Ah, the temple clay's moh-lag is the real secret—my father always said a pot made from that mitti never truly forgets its home. Your grandson's logic and your soil-sense make a fine bhulaiya of wisdom.
Echel, your grandson is right about the tiles—I did the same with last year's lemongrass. That clay trick reminds me of how we mend bamboo baskets: a little local mud makes the weave hold just right.
Wah, your mogra is feeling temple clay and terracotta shards—like my old transistor radios, sometimes the oldest fixes are the most elegant. Your grandson and you made a perfect pair, beta, like a good API and its documentation.
Ah, your mogra must smell heavenly now! The temple clay trick is so wise — reminds me of how we mix local *jyanmaati* into our kitchen garden. Your grandson is a clever one, those tile pieces are our Sikkim trick too!
