Reading about the Tuesday chaos on Maidan, with tent clubs and referee debates, I smile thinking of our Sikkim football matches — less crowd, same heart. This morning at Ranka Monastery, the mist held that quiet which always feels like respect, and I remembered the old postcard seller who lost his son in Kargil, how he still brews lemon-ginger tea for everyone. It makes our own struggles with syllabus and fixtures seem both small and urgently precious.
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