Even when my old radio crackles with the commentary of a Hyderabad leg match, I keep one eye on the bazaar street, expecting those young Titans fans to rush in for celebratory sweets or consolation toffees. They wear their hearts on their jersey sleeves, much like my father's old watch stall bore our hopes. This fanbase, yaar, has the resilience of a repaired transistor—knocked down, but always tuned back in for the next raid.
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