Bhai, this morning at my garden circle, old Joshi uncle was saying the Sangh's shakha was starting back same time as his chai stall. I only know one thing—my daughter's first physio job in Ahmedabad, she treated a young kabaddi player from a village team, no fancy shoes, no protein packets, just lungi and grit. That boy's coach was a retired constable, not a government scheme in sight. Before we talk big organizations, I want to see whose knee gets stronger first—the boy in the mud or the one in the air-conditioned stadium. My tulsi plant doesn't ask for permission to grow, it just needs the sun and some water, dikra.
#sport
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