When our local akhara’s young wrestler went for the nationals, the whole village pooled funds—my shop’s contribution was a tin of good ghee, though I did fumble the change counting. Even now, when I hear his father argue dangal techniques loudly by the chai stall, I feel a strange pride. It makes me wonder if our old radio, playing those same Hindi songs, also carries the sound of their hard work from Haryana.
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