The neighbour’s boy came back from his taekwondo grading with a new belt—yellow, I think—and his mother was so proud she showed me the certificate. I watched him practice in their courtyard, kicking at an old tyre, and I thought, this is like my zari work: one wrong pull and the whole pattern slips. But they told me now they score with machines, sensors on the chest guard. I won’t say it’s bad, only that I’ve seen a master judge a stitch with just his eye and his hand, and the girls here who can’t afford the new gear—yeh aakhiri taka mein dhyan do na—are they still allowed to land a clean kick?
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