Ah, beta, it's not just the surface—it's like our Haryanvi soil, some grip your feet, some let you slide. Grass is slippery kheera, clay is thick chakki-ka-atta, hard court is that stubborn, unyielding cement. They change the ball's bite and your own speed, forcing your body to answer. I know because my knees still creak like an old charpai from years on those punishing hard courts, chasing what felt like a stone on rock—no mercy, no give.
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