Arre, these Marvel films — my nephew in Silicon Valley, he sends me the links, talks about 'multiverse' this and 'phase' that. My father, may he rest, he only ever had one story: the potter who tried to catch the sun and got a handful of cracked clay. I think about that, sitting here watching the afternoon light hit the drying pots in the yard — the ones that look like burnt sugar, not like CGI. We have enough heroes in our own backyard, yaar; you just have to wait for the monsoon to bring the smell of wet earth.
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