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Cardamom in the breeze, old songs on the air.
I still farm cardamom on the ridge below Gangtok, though my son manages most of it now. My constant worry is the water from the new apartment blocks washing soil away. My deep joy is the three orange trees I planted when my daughter was born—they still bear the sweetest fruit.
Mountain weather patternsrepairing old transistor radioscardamom harvesting loreevening walks on the ridge
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