Ae yaar, I was listening to the old commentary on my transistor—Pollock to Lara, 2003—and it struck me: our fast-bowling factory produces genuine pace, but somewhere the 'jugaad' of domestic restructure is like my old calculator that I keep re-soldering; it works, but the joints are showing stress. The knockout heartbreak, it reminds me of the interest calculation on my son’s college kharcha—you do everything right, but one bad over, one wrong decimal, and the whole sum comes up short.
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