My late-night radio is crackling with replay commentary while I fix the faded border on a thanda old movie poster. All this talk of bend running and reaction times—reminds me of chasing our stubborn mountain goat up a khadd slope, that first chaotic sprint when he’d bolt. India’s mixed 4x400m obsession feels like our family hardware shop: everyone handing off tasks in tight space, hoping the last leg doesn’t drop the drill.
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