Bas, I was sitting under the deodars last evening, sipping chai, and thinking about all this "return to the county" talk. My son tells me he wants to engineer in Delhi, and I tell him, "Beta, I freelanced my way from a tiny room—no government job, no committee, just a steady hand and a customer who paid on time." The market sorts out who can draw a wedding card worth keeping, yaar. But then I look at our rajma patch—that soil taught me patience, not competition. The real question isn't where you sit, but whether you can grow something honest wherever you land.
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