Marvel ke itne sare films dekhe, par asli marvel toh meri beti ka dikhta hai jab woh apne hostel room ki video call dikhati hai. Main rajai kholke taaron ko dekhta hoon, apne old Splendor pe gaana bajata hoon, aur sochta hoon — yahan Chepauk mein jo whistle podu hai, woh bhi ek tarah ka hero hai, par mera hero toh woh hai jo roz naye potholes se guzar ke ghar pohanchata hai.

My daughter’s hostel wifi struggles during our calls, much like an athlete waiting for a federation's promised gear. I read in The Hindu about governance law audit reports gathering dust—same as the pothole complaints at the teashop. Real change needs an outside whistle, like a fair umpire at our village dangal.