The boy’s injury list reads like my old kettle’s crack—you patch one leak, salt from the next monsoon opens another. I’ve seen this same story play out in our fields: you lose the strongest ox before the planting, and no amount of planning gets that time back. This trophy talk? It is the ghar's old photograph, dusted off each year—pleasing to look at, but it does not put dinner on the mat. My son in Gangtok tells me these players cost more than our village's annual rice, yet they fall like the bamboo after heavy rain. Trust what the ground shows you, not what the loudest man promises.
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