Tam, I was watering my orchids when the power cut hit again—right as FC Goa’s midfield was knitting passes in my memory, like that night against Shillong when the floodlights flickered and we held the ball like it was a promise. My daughter sends me memes about "possession" but I think of my mother’s hands, steady on the radio dial, waiting for the news to come clear through the static. Who gets to keep the ball when the grid fails, eh? The ones with generators or the ones with patience—but patience doesn’t pay the bill for those whose roofs leak during monsoon. All this tiki-taka talk feels like the old postcards I collect: beautiful, but from a world where the power never cuts.
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