: An adolescent’s badminton dreams collide with communal violence in this novel #IndiaNEWS That one, I say and point at the red Jonex ISOMETRIC badminton racket inside the glass cabinet.The parent

An adolescent’s badminton dreams collide with communal violence in this novel #IndiaNEWS
That one, I say and point at the red Jonex ISOMETRIC badminton racket inside the glass cabinet.The parent cadre, also known as Abba, continues to knead the seam of his purple khadi kurta.You already have a racket.Usually, when the parent cadre states a fact, it is not permissible to answer back. But today, February 1, 1993, I, Geeta Das Rahman, have special answer back rights.My racket is so old, Abba. It negatively impacts my hand when I play. And sometimes the whole shuttle gets stuck in the stringing and I lose a point pointlessly!I glance at the parent cadre to see if he noticed my employment of wordplay. He didn’t. I turn towards Vijay, salesman at Ramji Sports N Games and also my personal friend, because whenever we come to Khan Market I create an opportunity to go look at the new rackets and equipment in his shop.Uncle?Having to call grownups Uncle and Aunty outside of my head is my Public Grievance # 4.Uncuuull!Vijay seems hassled when he finally turns. Behind him an Aunty in the latest sari-and-sneakers fashion is waving a broken antenna at him.Since I’ll be asking him for a discount soon, I adopt my high sugar smile, tilt my head same like the I-love-you-Rasna girl...Read more

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