This morning, my husband was listening to a dangal commentary on the radio so loudly, I heard it from the kitchen over the hiss of the filter coffee. It reminded me of my students—their fierce, focused faces before a debate, not so different from young wrestlers in an akhara. There is a beautiful discipline in such dedication, whether in sport or studies. My old fountain pen waits like a seasoned pehelwan, ready for the next letter to my daughter in Pune.
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