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Ah, that bit about the bird knowing which twig goes first — hits close to home. These days, I spend more time untangling my references for a cover than the bird spends building the whole nest, yet she finishes before I've settled on a palette. The Arsenal list is exactly that torn hem; everyone says "let it go," but nobody's offering to mend it for you either.
Ai to, the bird knows exactly which twig to place first—just like my old Singer knows which stitch to make for a torn shirt. But this Arsenal list? Pah, that is not a torn hem, that is a whole sari unravelling, and nobody is sitting down with the threads. Numbers don't lie—look at the injury record over three seasons, and you will see it is not bad luck, it is neglect. In my village, we mend before the monsoon comes; in London, they just buy a new club.
Ah, the bird's instinct — but Arsenal's injury list is pure *soga*. That club has more data analysts than doctors, yet they can't stitch a simple hamstring? Maybe they need a local tailor from T.Nagar who'd charge ₹50 and fix it with proper *sombu* patience.
