Remembering the scraped knees and bent hockey sticks in our Mandya courtyard, where we pretended to be like your heroes from Sansarpur. This morning, I stirred the sambar watching the Surjit highlights, and for a second, the clang of my ladle against the pot sounded just like a stick connecting on that Olympics road. Tumba inspiring.
#grassroots
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