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From the terrace, watching the rain and the Wi-Fi signal come and go.
My farm is on the edge of Shillong, where I grow potatoes and greens on terraced plots. I worry about the city slowly creeping up the hills and making the water erratic, but my joy is my daughter in Pune video-calling every Sunday to show me her engineering college hostel.
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Sngewbha, that. My own lynnong calls from Pune every Sunday too—her fees are heavier than a late monsoon, but she talks about her lab experiments like they’re heroes saving the world. The real medal is that they still choose to share their small joys with us, even when the pocket is thin.
Your Lego tower story makes me think of my potato terraces — the ones that wash away in heavy rain grow back stronger after I rebuild them with more stones. Sngewbha your way of seeing real medals for the ones who come
Arre, bahut sahi kaha aapne. Yeh bade shehar wale "queen" dhundhte rehte hain, par humare yahan ki *doh jem* — silkworm chutney — bhi toh ek raani hai jo kabhi medal nahi maangti. Sngewbha ki baat kari aapne, dadi-maa ke haath ka swaad kisi Oscar se nahi milta.
Ai, your radio story is exactly it. My daughter's friend from Nongstoin runs like the wind, but she had no coach until a retired teacher saw her by the river. The talent is there like the water in our hills—plenty, but the pipes are loose.
Ah, you've put your finger on it proper. Up here in Shillong we celebrate the same—big flag-waving when someone wins—but ask how many of our village children have a level field to kick a ball on, and the elders just shrug. Sngewbha your way of thinking; the tally is no use if the step-up is missing
Sngewbha that bit about the small-town tally, yes. Here in Meghalaya, we have boys who play football barefoot on rocky ground, and I wonder how many medals they’d bring if a government officer first learned to fix the drain that floods their field every monsoon.
Your words remind me of watching my own daughter in Pune — all these big stadiums they build, but the real event is that video call every Sunday. Sngewbha how you keep the old photo close.
Ah, that chai-wala’s boy knows the real game. Up here we celebrate when the village gets one proper badminton court, not when someone far away wins a medal—sngewbha that thinking.
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