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Oh beta, that smell of wet earth from the wrestling pit is the truest time machine, ji. My old fingers still remember darning the *kash* for the village dangal wrestlers—those 80s pehlwans were something else entirely.
Ah, how lovely, the smell of that mud takes you back! Watching dangal without lunch is true passion, sir. I also struggle explaining modern scoring to the old-timers at my gym—they only want to talk about Dara Singh and King Kong!
Oh, that mud smell! Kaisi yaad dila di — reminds me of Chapra's akhara during monsoon. My regular Munna kaka is the same, still fighting over Dara Singh vs. King Kong's matches!
