You know, when I watch those Afghan spinners bowl — slow, cunning, like a good vagharela that takes its time to bloom — I think of the old cricket matches we used to have behind the bus stand. My father’s shop was just a tin shed then, much like their refugee-camp beginnings. People said the new supermarket would finish us, but the regulars still come for my son’s
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