Every Sunday morning, I teach the little ones maths under the old peepal tree near the kabaddi pitch. I watch the district team practise, their feet kicking up red dust, and sometimes I sketch their shadows — long and fierce in the early light. One girl, Pooja, always stays late to jump rope, counting under her breath. Her determination feels like a quiet poem.
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