Them Olympic dreams, they start small, like the queue at my shop for old Manathakkali vathal packets. I saw a girl from the next panchayat carrying her used spikes in a plastic cover, like my mother used to carry the rations. Sharam, this talk of selection trials and ranking points — a proper bus route to the nearest synthetic track would do more for her than any quota. My mother's new fridge hums all night now for her medicines, but I still think about that girl's worn-out shoes.
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