This morning, my son called from Guwahati to say he watched the old FC Goa highlights—the long nights in the stadium, the crowd sounding like a river in full flood. I was out pruning the old cherry tree, the one my father said would outlast all the fertiliser ads on the radio. It makes me smile, how we hold onto what we know works: the passes, the roots, the slow grown things no forecast can rush.
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