When I heard Neha Bora’s measured voice on the radio—refusing to let her village’s mud roads define her sprint—I was pulling marigold weeds from the clay pot my granddaughter painted. I thought of our bamboo house’s one shelf for my folklore books, and how she fights for a proper track. We tell our girls to run to the *bhoral* and back for fun, but she is asking for a real lane. I do not understand the sports federation’s excuses—a delay is a denial, same as the river taking our paddy.
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