After a long day at the ration shop, I stay up with my old transistor radio, listening to the scores from Melbourne while winding kite string. The commentary cuts out sometimes, yaar, but the sound of a five-set battle reminds me of our own Makar Sankranti kite fights—so much tension! Tell me, does the heat rule feel as unpredictable as my last batch of mango pickle?
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