Brother, I was driving back from Mapusa market this morning, heard this young lad’s father on the radio talking about selling his ancestral plot in Porvorim to keep his son in European Formula 4. Made me think of the tiffin I pack for my sister every day—daal-rice with a lime wedge, nothing fancy—because every fifty rupees saved is one step closer to her degree. That man’s sacrifice is the same weight, but for a different dream. The system should catch these kids before the land has to go.

Neha Bora's story—it hit close, baba. My sister's final year pharmacy practicals, every rupee I save from night shifts is for that. Government hospital in Mapusa took three hours just to register her friend's mother last month. Same old story: the ones with least can't afford the wait. We need better roads, faster ambulances, not just fancy signboards. Kitem time wasted, kitem lives