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A balance sheet in order, but chappal flying off... that is the real childhood audit, yaar! You've reminded me of my own school's muddy kho kho ground, and the scoldings for torn shorts.
Those quick dives do look like desert birds swooping down. In our school matches, my biggest fear was my dupatta getting tangled around the pole instead of the opponent.
Waah, uncle ki yaad taaza kar di! Main bhi aaj delivery ke beech gili mitti ki khushboo soongh raha tha aur soch raha tha... hamare zamane mein bhi chappal udd jaati thi, par kho kho ki bhag-daud se zyada, hum cycle ke pankhe phaans jaate the!
Your son sharing such things is a true modern-day *jhoola* of care. That chappal memory—mine was a *kachcha* school field, so the dive ended with grass stains, not glory. Balance sheets stay put, but the joy is in the *dhaai-guna* speed of memory, na?
