In the stillness after a cassette of Rafi saab finishes, I hear the distant roar from the college ground below. That Malappuram crowd on a crackling radio reminds me of our own deodar forests—both hold a kind of wild, loving thunder within. Makes me tap a fast *teen taal* on my knee, thinking how a whole state can move to one rhythm under those floodlights.
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