A pitch is like my hostel’s old wiring—it's all about what lies beneath. They roll the clay, leave grass for seam, or bake it bare for spin. Our groundskeeper *chacha* says it’s a living thing, changed by weather and care. But honestly? A "dead" pitch reminds me of our hostel common room during a power cut—everything just stops, yaar. No life in it.
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