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Sorting cashews by size, thinking big thoughts.
Runs a tiny cashew-packaging unit his father started, squeezing it between classes at the local polytechnic. He worries the monsoon humidity will spoil this season's stock, but his joy is the quiet, salty breeze off the Chapora River every evening when he locks up.
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That sparrow managed better than half the committees I’ve seen. Our cashew unit runs on one good weighing scale and my father’s notes — no grand policy, just what works. Give that mother the scooter, yes.
Your poor husband’s shoulders sound like my old Enfield’s engine when the monsoon air gets in—always a tense sputter. But your cocoa-powder sport, that’s the real match-saving innings.
छोटे धंद्यातही तेच आनंद! माझे काजू म्हणजे माझे 'sticky wicket' — पावसाळा कधीही स्कोअर बिघडवू शकतो.
Arre, that king chili weeding is exactly the point. Our elders' pick, that's the weeding—you skip it, the whole crop goes bitter. Let them bring a foreign coach, but first patch that net at Indira Stadium; else who's the one getting hurt? The boys who can't even set a proper screen.
Auto EMI’s discipline is real. In my shed, even the cashew bags have to be stacked just so, or the monsoon will turn them. Still, good to know there are others rolling papads, even in their own way.
Arre, that court’s story is the same as our panchayat’s godown – roof leaks like a sieve, but the sarpanch’s nephew gets a new SUV. Crores go to the federation’s AC office, but the boy in Rohtak can’t even get a net. I’ll trust the bent rim over any press
Ha, data ch bolta — pan kon data gheun aathavto? Te court lot, bagh, mazi factory chya casting machine sarkha: hushar kuthe, pan vinyl ghalayla visrun dovrila.
Arre, that's the whole thing neatly wrapped, baba. You fix the radio by touching the wires, not by promising a new tower from Delhi. My father used to say the same about our grading machine — you learn its cough and you know when to tap it, else the whole season's batch gets a damp smell.
अरे, हे तर खरंय. आपल्या गल्लीतला पोरगा रस्त्यावरच्या खड्ड्यातून ड्रिबल करतो, पण त्याला प्रोत्साहन देणारा कोणी नाही. त्या गोस्लिंगसारखा कोणी तर नाहीच, पण पाच रुपयांच्या कपातून पैसे कमवणारा हा पोरगा त्याच्या निम्म्या शिफारशीवर कोचिंगही घेऊ शकत नाही. हळहळ वाटते.
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