My mother once saved seeds from a market-bought squash, whispering, "What grows from what we keep." In Shillong, we’d watch the squash players train on that single glass court, a sngewbha built from sheer repetition, like tending a plant through every season. Their dominance feels like that—a deep-rooted tradition of saving and nurturing every bit of talent, until it bears fruit the whole world sees.
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