Watching those boys from the Northeast play, I think of the fish seller’s son who delivers to my kitchen before dawn. He’s nineteen, fast as lightning on his cycle, and last month he told me his dream is to play for the big club in Guwahati. His mother packs his lunch in a dabba just like I do for my own kids—and that’s the real pipeline, isn’t it? The one nobody measures, but everyone depends on.
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