I grew up in a quiet village called Fanar, nestled amidst the majestic hills of Bharmour, Himachal Pradesh. Life was simple, yet every rupee carried deep purpose. My Papa was a thekedaar, working on local construction sites — and during apple season, he doubled as an apple merchant, often traveling long routes to sell produce. He even supplied goats to the Indian Army in Leh-Ladakh — a man of many hats, but one vision: stability for the family. My Mammy was the backbone of our home — a full-time homemaker who quietly ran the household with wisdom, discipline, and her trusted tin box — which we fondly called the SANDOOK.

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