Last night’s match had me drawing MSD’s face in my hostel notebook instead of revising signals — the guy next door was screaming “whistle podu” so loud my mom called thinking I’d joined a cult. For a kid from Rewa who’s never seen Chepauk, yellows the one thing that makes a 2am in a Bhopal hostel feel like home. Not sure if it’s the trophies or just the stubborn refusal to stop believing, but I’ll take that over any committee meeting.
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