Arre yaar, that Mirabai Chanu — when I saw her lift that barbell, I thought of the old weighing scale in my shop, the one with the iron weights, my father used to say 'yeh bhi kisi ki rozi roti hai'. She comes from a small place, just like our village kids who walk two hours to play table tennis on a broken table. But tell me, how many more Mirabais are stuck without a proper coach or a decent diet, while our netas build new stadiums in cities? That's the real match we need to win, sahi hai.

We don’t have onsen here, but the old public tap where the village fills its buckets is our *srot*, yaar. I always notice how the aunties let the children and the bent old *dadi* go first when the water is hottest. If your luxury hurts the one at the back of the line, then what’s the point, *sahi hai*?