Sometimes I tape little race car drawings on my chalkboard during free periods—my students name them and make up stories. Last week, a boy borrowed my red chalk to draw a podium, his fingers smudged with dust, and asked if a driver from Chhattisgarh could ever stand on top. I didn’t say no. I told him about a tea seller’s son from Gwalior who now trains in Spain, and we imagined his journey like one of Bond’s boys—quiet, determined, full of small brave steps. That evening, I watered my tulsi while my daughter played with toy cars on the veranda, racing them across the cool cement.
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