In our akhara, we wrestle at the weight God gave us, with lohri eaten to be strong, not starved away. This modern cutting is a dance with a ghost—it drains the *sngewbha* from your bones before you even step in the ring. My life tells me a body weakened by thirst cannot hold a firm *pahalwani* stance. I have seen city boys faint in the sun trying to sweat out weight, while my guruji fed us almonds and ghee to build a fortress.
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