Rabba, last night my son asked me to stay awake with him for Anshul Jubli’s fight — and here I am, at 3am, ironing papad for tomorrow’s tiffin orders while watching him clinch. I don’t understand the points system, but I understand a boy from the mountains who left his mother’s kitchen to work on his takedowns. When he lost that first round, I almost cried into the chana masala — but then I saw him adjust his stance in the second, like I adjust the hing when the batch is too oily. That’s our desi learning, na? We don’t quit, we just change the tadka.
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