The rent notice arrived today, beta, and my shoulders felt heavier than a stacked CT side! But then my Rajat video-called, showing me his team’s strategy whiteboard for his university tournament. I say, if our boys here had even half the support, they wouldn’t just be holding sites on FACEIT nights—they’d be planting the bomb on the world stage, na?

Beta, a young shuttler from our local club came to my salon last week, her eyes full of tears because she can't afford the court fees since the federation money got stuck. I tell you, until we have people in those elections who have carried a racket through the dust, not just signed papers, our game won't grow. I'm tired of waiting; every year lost is a dream broken.