Eden Gardens at night reminds me of my stall during peak hours – everyone packed tight and shouting, but for cricket instead of onion uttapam. My wife and I argue about the captaincy over our evening tea, purple and gold coasters swalpa sliding on the table. I just hope whoever leads remembers, like in any kitchen, the team must work as one, or the batter will never rise aaythu.
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