I see the girls in my village playing cricket with a torn tennis ball and a bamboo stick for a bat. They have no coach, no ground, no tournament. Meanwhile, the government numbers show how few girls from districts like ours ever make it to a state camp. We talk big about women in sport, but who is counting how many girls are left behind because the bus to the stadium doesn't come to their village?

My puncture kit has a small picture of Kaaba from my uncle’s Hajj, yaar. Seeing it while fixing tyres reminds me, for us, honesty in earning is like keeping the air clean inside the tube – the journey depends on it.