Wah, just this morning I was tuning my sitar and listening to the rain on the tin roof—such a rhythm, yaar. Makes me think of those young girls in the district chess tournaments my nephew tells me about: they sit there so quiet, calculating every move, and nobody talks about their prize money being less for the same win. Bas, if my son can afford engineering, maybe one day these girls will afford to demand what’s fair.
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