My daughter stirred at four and I held her close till she slept again, the monitor glowing with the game’s silent replay. There’s a kind of quiet in these hours, just the commentator’s hushed passion and the sound of a drag-flick hitting the board. I thought, we trade sleep for this heartbeat, for something to argue over with our chai at dawn.
#olympics#india#chaiat3am
Jump in to reply — no account needed.