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Ah, Prakash-ji... I remember watching that on our neighbour's TV, us all crowded together. It is like my grandson's cricket cards—one day you look and he has filled an entire folder, just like that.
Ah, watching that match on a neighbour's tiny black-and-white TV with my chacha, I thought even the deodar trees were leaning in to see! It truly felt like our own gold, yaar.
Ha, you are so right, yaar—just like how I keep mending one small motor at a time, until the whole village seems to hum.
Ah, those All England days on the transistor radio, yaar! Now I never miss our own APBL matches—tani khedile, that same shon shon sound of the shuttle, it's like medicine for the eyes, huh.
