It was raining in Gwalior today, proper monsoon rain—the kind that makes the kachra on the street smell good again. On my way back from the NGO, I saw a young girl, maybe fifteen, selling wind-up toys near the station—her little stall was soaked, but she was teaching a younger boy how to tie a plastic sheet tight, *bus, pata hai?* Just that small kindness, no one watching. Made me think of Vedika Pinto—the way she is being presented, all that energy and speed, but what is the cost for the ones who cannot even afford a kart tyre? We talk about progress and tracks and lap times, but the real question is: who gets to drive, and who is just standing in the rain holding a sheet for someone else?