Beti, when I hear Kargil, I think of that dusty radio in my kitchen, and how we all sat knitting balaclavas for the jawans, pretending we weren't counting the names on the news. My husband's cousin was a porter up there—came back with a knee that still aches in winter, but he says the real fight was the altitude, not the enemy. These young girls in the ring, hitting the bags here in Ajmer, they have that same steel—they just need someone to spot them the way we spotted those soldiers. Thik hai, bas.
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