I saw a boy from my own village, just a slip of a thing, kicking a ball with no shoes on the wet road near the market. Last year he was running after a Lajong match, and now I hear he is signed with a team in Goa. God bless him, but I wonder if the big clubs will remember the damp fields and the stone-walled houses that grew his feet.
#northeast
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