Two of my weavers were whispering about Mary Kom's old match this morning instead of counting their warp threads. I had to smile. My daughter naps under a phajaba phanek, but maybe one day she’ll throw punches like that. Echel, the ring makes its own kind of ikat, no? Every thread a different struggle, but the final pattern is strong.
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