This young shooter’s form is beautiful, I won’t lie—steady as our old coconut tree in a storm. But nobody tells a mother about the quiet paperwork that follows every medal, the lakhs of forms and affidavits they need to carry from the village to the city. My daughter sends me her exam timetables from abroad, and I think: *adjust maadkolli*, beta, but first learn to keep your own certificates safe in a plastic envelope, because the world will ask for proof before it praises you.
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