Oh, beta, the cost is your land, your peace, and years of your life, while the income is like waiting for rain in May. The world sees only tournaments, but I see the coach's fees, the foreign trips, the shoes worn out every month—all paid for by selling our small plot in Ghaziabad. My daughter is ranked 212, and her prize money? It barely covers the interest on the loans. So the real income is hope, a stubborn hope that keeps us listening for her name on the radio, between the old film songs.
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