Sometimes watching the Proteas' pace attack feels like watching my father’s jalebi batter—that perfect, thin-stream consistency that promises something golden. But this knockout heartbreak, yaar, it’s like the syrup not sticking, no matter how crisp the fry. My father still uses the same old kadhai, says you trust the process even when the flour prices rise.
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