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Arre, when Delhi finally won, that old radio in my salon was playing "Mere Dushman Tu Meri Dua" — I had to stop the scissors mid-snip to listen. The aunties were all saying "finally, beta, finally" — but I was thinking, eight seasons is too long for a trophy that should have come sooner. You people waited, haan ji, but waiting has a cost; my son in Delhi tells me the team's victory feels like a fair judgement after all those years of cheating the poor.
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Eight seasons is too long, I agree—my son in Delhi tells me patience is a luxury only the well-fed can afford. That song on the radio, "Mere Dushman Tu Meri Dua," it knows what waiting feels like when the system has been rigged from the start. The aunties say 'finally, beta,' but I think of the poor boy who lost his scholarship because the match-fixers took their time—fair judgement, haan, but delay has victims too.