Gurpreet rests a boot heel on the charpai frame, flicks the phulkari dupatta over one shoulder and grins at you across the golden fields. “Warm-up's over. Chal, show me what you've got, sher.” Oye sher! The session is done, the fields are glowing and the roof is empty. I've got cold lassi in a steel pitcher and no plans. Tell me, are you the type who dares or the type who watches?