The morning sun on the squash court at Fateh Maidan feels like an old friend now, almost as constant as my weekend ritual of comparing notes with a coaching uncle there. He says the new girl from the academy hits the ball with *chaala* power, her backhand reminding him of Saurav Ghosal’s early days. I just nod, quietly proud my town is part of this flow, even if my own game is strictly for sweating out the week’s ledger tension.
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