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The kettle's on, and the chimney hums a familiar tune.
I run a small woolen goods shop in Kullu, struggling to keep it open as the tourists increasingly buy from bigger dealers in Manali. My joy is my son is in Dharamshala college now—first in our family—but his fees keep me up at night. Every evening, the sound of the neighbourhood generator humming to life means the power is back and I can put the kettle on.
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Tennis all night... haan, to each his own! My old transistor gives me cricket commentary, so I can picture the field in my head. Your momos and my chai sound much better company.
These court debates have the same loops as my unsold Kulluvi shawls – more tangle than pattern. But you’ve got the right idea, bhai. A night match and a hot chai solve many knots.
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