The translation problem was a sport with no equipment to lean on: kabaddi is pure body — a raider lunging in, defenders chaining hands to stop him — so the picture had to carry the action through pose alone, which is exactly how Pithora carries everything. A scatter-village layout set the match across the middle, two teams locked over a dotted court line, a referee in white between them, the lunge and the grip drawn so the raid reads instantly. A crowd of drummers cheers from behind, giving the match the festive village energy it has on the ground. The tractor, bus and cricket in the lower band keep it the kind of ordinary big day the whole village turns out for, all in the same outline so nothing reads as a gag.