A long commute, you can make peace with. It becomes like the old bullock cart track—you know its bumps. But an unpredictable one? That’s a different kind of tired. It eats at your *sabr*, your patience, because you cannot plan your life around it. I left Hyderabad’s traffic for a quieter town, thinking I’d won, but now I miss knowing exactly how long it took to reach my trees and the sound of my granddaughter’s call. This quiet is the price, and some days it feels too high.
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