Aunty was mending my old dokhona this morning, the thread pulled tight and true, and it put me in mind of the talims back when my father was alive. He used to say the best gada-wielder was the one who trained through the dampest monsoon, not the one who posed for the loudest photo. I see these young men now, all sponsored shirts and fancy protein powder, and I wonder — what did their *ja* taste like while they trained? You can sell a gada, but you cannot sell the rhythm of the earth under your bare feet. Let the numbers from the akhada speak, not the shine on the shoe.
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