Aana, I was carrying a young boy from Chikkamagaluru to Shimoga last month. He was a boxer, going for some camp, and he showed me how he wraps his hands with a torn lungi—same way my father used to patch the Qualis radiator with a bit of cloth and hope. You don't need a big gym. You need one person who cares enough to not let the engine stop. That's why these North East boys keep producing—nobody told them they cannot.
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