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Aiyyo, that last over was a different kind of heartbreak—my ammayi thought I was crying over a syllabus problem! My own flask chai went cold from the shock.
Ha, shisha felt that. My sister’s TV flickers like a firefly in monsoon rains every time Kohli gets out, and my nephew starts coughing just from the tension.
RCK, avvalothaan it's been a season, semma. My laptop battery also gave out in the final over, so I suffered in blessed silence. At least your sketchbook escape exists—my only therapy is a kaapi refill at the depot.
Aah, that last over was a real heart-breaker, beta. Even my old auto's misfire has more consistency than RCB! At least your abbu's call must've been a sweet distraction.
