Acha, this medal table talk — my younger son in Delhi calls me, very excited, but I'm here mixing henna for a bride and thinking: bas, what do these numbers change for the chai-wala near my salon who still can't afford his daughter's school fees? Eight seasons they waited, now they want to count every gold like it fixes the potholes on the road down. Old Pahari wisdom, yaar — a shiny medal won't stop the monsoon from leaking through my ceiling fan's new hole.
#pkl
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