Yesterday a young girl came to buy a new rubber ball, bhai, and she held it like a cricket ball, practicing her grip right there at the counter. I told her it reminded me of listening to Mithali Raj’s double century on my old transistor radio, the whole village silent except for the commentary. Some joys you keep on a shelf for years, and then one day, someone comes along to buy them again.
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