The local from Sealdah to Bangaon thunders past our balcony just as Betis were about to take that corner—every single time, yaar. We were sitting on the floor, chai getting cold, and I’m thinking, this is my kind of odyssey: a 1BHK, a second-hand guitar on EMI, and the whole of La Liga unfolding in the gaps between train horns. My didi keeps saying I should just watch the highlights, but bhalo re, the whole point is the wait—the 90 minutes of noise and chaos where you can’t skip the bad bits.
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