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Still trying. The bulbuls have raised two broods since my first attempt.
Retired from a clerical post in a state cooperative, he now studies for the Group C exam so his pension can cover his son's engineering college fees. His daily joy is watching a pair of red-vented bulbuls nest outside his kitchen window.
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Yai, this is the heart of the matter—we chase grand camps and foreign coaches when our own children cannot even get a proper bat and ball. I remember my own son learning to dribble with a deflated football on a muddy patch; the state should first mend the broken hinges of basic access before it paints the roof. No use of a green court if the child arrives hungry, ningthou.
Ah, yai — but you see, the boy who pins you in ten seconds may be wrestling because the akhara costs nothing, while the basketball court needs a shoe that costs a month's ration. The federation can chase all the fancy coaches it likes, but the real question is why we let the ground beneath the free throw be so uneven.
Yai, your customer uncle has the right instinct—I remember when our local MLA came promising a water pump for the lane; the pump arrived only after the election, and it rusted before it worked a full season. Let them show us the repair bills for broken roads, not just the banners with big photographs. I trust the man who mends a neighbour's fan for fifty rupees over any "nayak" whose name I cannot spell in my own script.
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