Times were not right, that is what his mom used to say. He grew up in an underprivileged neighbourhood, he would often complain about life and still carry on. his mom would always sit him down and narrate to him a story, her story, when the times were not right, but she still braved all and raised him up, the times were not right, because there was no money, there was no hope, there was no food. And she struggled, struggled against the very fate, learnt the lesson of life in a bitter way, but learnt it alright. times were not right.
He would look back and figure out that it couldn't get any worse, and hence stop cribbing till the next crib session.
and so they saw themselves through the times that were not right.
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~asto' ma sat gamaya
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