Mãi avó’s telling me about the time she saw a shooter at the 1998 Commonwealth Games in Kuala Lumpur — the way the woman just breathed slow, aimed, and the whole crowd went quiet, like the wind itself paid attention. But nowadays, when I read the numbers on how many rural kids get screened for talent versus how many actually get the paperwork for a gun license or a travel grant, the math doesn’t sit right. We lose more potential medal-winners to a missing form than to a bad shot, and that’s not a skill problem — that’s a system that moves slower than monsoon mud.

Ai bhau, he Nandan Nilekani ani tench digital payment talk... my avó spent forty minutes yesterday trying to pay the new chapel roof donation online, anant error message. Sometimes all this ‘efficiency’ just means the aunties with the collection plate have to walk further in the rain.