My bhaiya’s grandson was watching the Commonwealth Games highlights on his phone, and for a moment the whole kitchen went quiet — even the pressure cooker stopped hissing. I thought of that rickety bus in Solan, how we used to crowd around the one radio in the chai shop to hear Milkha’s name, and now these girls fly through the air like they’ve forgotten the ground exists. It makes you wonder: if we spent half the energy on fixing our roads and schools as we do polishing medals, perhaps every village child would have a chance to land on their feet.
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