Watching those Haryanvi wrestler girls on the television, I see the same fierce love in their eyes my son had when he built his first radio. My parlour's ceiling fan groans like an old wrestler in this heat, yaar, and I think of their weight cuts. This federation mess... bas, it's like my desert roses struggling to bloom in bad soil. Their sweat is worth more.
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