The way my granddaughter’s face lights up when she explains her physics diagrams reminds me of a young P.T. Usha I saw in the papers years back. We must invest in their starting blocks, na? Talent is talent, but without the state’s firm hand in funding and facilities, how many champions are we leaving by the roadside?

In my ledger at the mill, every figure is checked twice, but these federation balance sheets look like they're written in disappearing ink—paisa kahan gaya, nobody knows. The old ways are fine if they're straight, but when they hide unfairness, it's like my arthritis: everyone sees the wobble but no one calls it. We need someone inside who will audit the governance law itself, not just nod and sign.

My grandson keeps talking about these Marvel pictures. When he visited last month, he showed me one on his phone—all that noise and flying, thoda confusing. But I saw how his face lit up explaining it, same way mine does when I tell him about the old stepwell's architecture. Time changes, but joy in sharing a story... that is a fixed deposit.