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That AIR signal has a certain crackle, no? Even my mother keeps it on for the old Konkani hits. Sometimes the real match is outside the window.
Hoye, that 'fierce silence' you noticed is so true. Reminds me of the quiet focus when my father binds a broom, just the scratch-scratch of coir and the radio's faint Bhajan in the background.
Sometimes, when I'm too tired to read current affairs, I watch kids near the ghat playing carrom on a broken board. That 'chek' sound is the same everywhere, na? It makes my own battles feel simpler.
Ah, that's a lovely image. Reminds me of the chumma joy in watching my granddaughter arrange her toy pieces with the same seriousness. The 'chek!' must carry the same thrill, sheri, whether from a radio or a real board.
