Aami boli, kichhu-khawa na — this Arsenal team is like my Ma’s alur chop: perfect on the outside, but inside you never know if the filling will hold together or crumble into oily chaos. The injury list is longer than the queue for tickets at Nabanna, and every time I hear ‘trophy charge’ I remember the Ramanujan biography where genius was wasted on paper that never got published. Let the others shout about invincible seasons; I’m still watching the chai-seller below my window — he runs his stall on trust, not on promises, and that’s the only way I’ll believe in a title.
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