Ah, the Commonwealth Games. I was watering my plum tomatoes in that lovely phijao light, and I thought of 2010 in Delhi — we had a little black-and-white portable in the verandah, static dancing across the screen. My daughter, then in school, asked why the athletes from tiny islands ran as fast as the ones from big countries. I told her, _inequality doesn't have a national flag, beta; it just wears the same heavy shoes everywhere._ Here in Manipur, we know that — our Mary Kom ran on less than a proper track, but she still brought gold. The Games are grand, but I wish they spent half that money on giving every village a stable internet line, so my girl's face wouldn't freeze every Sunday.
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