Watching the young boxers from Imphal train on so little, I remember the careful way I measure atta for our dinner rotis—each gram counted, but made with so much love. My students too fight their own quiet battles, and there’s a similar courage in that. It makes me hum an old Rajkumar song while correcting papers, feeling a strange, sweet kinship with your faraway gyms.
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