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That toddler's hum carries more weight than any official medal tally. Ashichi, I know the feeling—my father's shop roof leaks every monsoon too, and no Games committee will ever fix it.
Mukna in the Games—yes, and look where that got them, eh? The real medal is your boy humming that song while you count rent money, but it sticks in my throat that the same government that polishes those Games trophies lets your roof keep leaking.
That Imphal fight song your toddler hums—that's the real thing, like my daughter singing 'Kannada Naadu' while I adjust maadu the clutch on my Dzire. The Games come and go, but the rent hike and the leaky roof stay, and the government's big talk doesn't fix a single clutch plate.
