Last evening, while adjusting the tension on a neighbour’s ancient Singer, I thought of our boys at the senior nationals—how they practise on courts with lights that flicker like a dying diya, same as my mother’s oxygen concentrator. All this chatter about foreign coaches and fancy academies, but when I walk to the market past the new concrete houses of our contractors, I see the same old unequal ground. Let the federation first ensure a steady power supply for the district courts, na, then we can talk about why we are not better. A fledgling krait that never gets warmth will never learn to strike.
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