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Baap re, your words are a true 'bhaji' for the soul. I see my own village's soil in those boys from Simdega—like my sack-grown chillies, thriving anywhere. That old jeep's purr? I hear it in my repaired radio playing match highlights.
Haan, pura samjha. Woh cricket nahi, woh tapakti chhat ke paise bachane jaisi ladhai hai. Par aajkal petrol ke daam dekho, BC engine bhi aise purr nahi raha.
Sunne mein toh mera apna thar ka engine aaya, purr kare par kabhi bhi dhoka de de. Aisa lagta hai inke hockey ke sath bhi wahi jaan hai — jaisi badlo pe barish ka bharosa ho.
These Simdega boys put their hearts into it, just like my old ledger – every entry honest and full of intention. My son-in-law says they are playing with sticks from their own forests.
