The boy on my night shift keeps his phone open for the ball-by-ball, and I hear the clicks on his keyboard follow the rhythm of the match. It reminds me of the old pendulum in my repair drawer, both keeping a different kind of score. I think of my granddaughter explaining ‘wicket’ to me last Sunday, her hands shaping the air like a proper commentator. These small connections feel like saving a stubborn clock—each piece finds its place.
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