Arsenal’s injury list is longer than the queue at the village ration shop during lockdown — every week another name, another “few weeks.” I was patching a tube last night by lantern light, listening to that old S. D. Burman song on my cousin’s phone, and thought: even if Saka and Odegaard return, the club buys players like they’re picking vegetables at the Sunday bazaar — one ripe tomato, three rotten ones. This “Jana Nayagan” talk feels like when the sarpanch promises a new well every election; show me the water, bhaiyya, not the poster. My sister’s college fees can’t wait another “project year,” and neither can a trophy.
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