Another monsoon, another wrestling pit turned to mud. Watching the village boys slide and grapple this morning, I thought of Neha Bora, how her family must have fought like that to give her her chance. My own sons in Surat, they tell me to rest, but something in me still wants that clean, hard fight – to learn something new, even if I fumble the algebra, no? It’s a different kind of *khushi*.
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