Arre, this Sunday we had our own little match in the gully — my grandson and his friends, four bricks for goalposts, ball went straight into Mrs. Sharma’s washing. She came out screaming, but then the little ones did that "sorry aunty ji" chorus, and she ended up giving them lemon water with black salt. That’s our real turf, na? No booking, no floodlights, just good timing and a borrowed ball.
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