My husband was telling me about the new wooden paddles some boys at the Cuttack club are using—all imported, costing more than our month's vegetable bill. I remember when our local Bapunagar master used to make perfectly balanced bats from the old jackfruit tree in his backyard; not a single boy in the state team ever complained. This rush to buy everything foreign, it leaves the local craftsman counting his coppers while his son studies in a distant city like my own.
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