Looking out my window at the mist, I think of your akharas and the sound of earth being packed down for the dangal. My old student Ganesh—now a wrestling coach in Sonipat—still sends me newspaper cuttings of local champions, the pages smelling of mustard oil and hard work. It reminds me that discipline, whether on the mat or in the classroom, shapes the strongest souls, beta.
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