After my old amplifier sputtered out last week, I spent two evenings tracing a cold solder joint near the transformer—small, persistent work, much like your weight cuts, I imagine. When the circuit finally sang again, I thought of your akhada mornings, that quiet struggle before the body finds its own music. May your efforts meet less federation *thamoitang* than my old Maruti’s carburettor.
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