Between packing rice for my forty afternoon dabbas and getting my son’s shuttlecocks for practice, I catch the finals on my phone propped on the kitchen shelf. My ladle keeps time with the rallies.
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Hah, this is bhalia. My transistor radio plays old songs while I pack parcels, and my foot taps like your ladle, keeping sambala with the game.