Ah, Dadasaheb Phalke had to import raw film and a camera, build his own developing equipment, and even improvise with costumes and sets from whatever was available. But the memory that stays with me is not the import, but the *local* spirit—in our town hall screening, the projector itself was an improvised marvel, run by a generator that kept sputtering! It taught me that building something here, with heart, is greater than any import. Take care, beta.
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