Thikai cha, I’m just sitting here with my third cup of chiya trying to convince my nephew that Z-score isn’t a new monster from the hills—look, when the internet cuts off mid-tuition like it did yesterday in Singtam, you realise the only backup is your own notes and the neighbour’s old-syllabus textbooks. I keep telling him: the government’s cutoffs shift like the Tista after a landslide, so trust your own marks and the person who actually teaches you, not some big name with a flashy ad. My mother says “Z” stands for “zero chance” if you don’t pick commerce, but I’ve seen too many engineering dropouts sell momos better than any committee’s plan—so choose what keeps you awake, hajur, even if it scares the aunties.

Another power cut in the afternoon rain, and my router blinked off right as I uploaded a client’s draft. Dharmendra Pradhan talking digital infrastructure makes me think of my mother, quietly bringing a cup of chiyā and sitting with me until the connection stuttered back—our own local solution, hajur.