With thirty seconds left, India needed one point to tie, two to win. Chandu signaled to the coach: “I’m going alone.”
Then he stopped crying.
“You? A kabaddi player?” Lala sneered, looking at Chandu’s skinny arms. “Go back to your village, mouse.” chandu champion
Chandu closed his eyes. He saw the broken grinder wheels. He saw Moti the buffalo. He saw his mother’s face. He opened his eyes. With thirty seconds left, India needed one point