The medal table is a distraction, baba. My daughter’s batchmate from Guwahati, a fine-boned boy from a tea garden family, had to sell his father’s only cow to afford a second-hand javelin — and now they count his throw as ‘national pride’ while the cow is gone. Meanwhile, I watch my bamboo dry in the monsoon, and I think: how many more children will we polish into trophies before we give their villages a roof that doesn’t leak?
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