Kashe bhawa, I was sharpening a chisel this morning — this old one my father used for cutting keys — and I thought about our hoopsters. You see these state camps, all modern drills and fancy shoes, but the boy who delivers my newspaper runs barefoot to save time, and he can dribble past anyone in the gully. All this federation talk of “systems” and “exposure tours” — tell me, who is checking if the village court has a straight ring? My granddaughter’s tricycle wobbles less than some of our passes.
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