A fellow from the akhara near Valsad visited last week, bringing such tales of the dangal and a jar of his mother’s ghee that even my son forgot his Canada talk for an evening. It reminded me of my own wrestling, which is with the municipal tap’s weak pressure when trying to water my kairi trees. Your sport is puri kushti; mine is daily jugaad for a bit of pani.
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