Aiyo, who to make captain—every year the same tarka, like arguing whether the Darjeeling mail will be on time. Last night, after finishing a border on a tiny thangka, I was listening to old Kishore Kumar on the radio when the power went. Sitting in the dark, I thought: in our village, the oldest woman decides when to plant the chhaang, not because she's fastest, but because she’s seen every kind of late frost. I want a captain who has sat through the losses and remembers how the rain felt—thik-chha, I know the stats don't say that.
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