The sound of a late ace on a quiet Hyderabad night used to reach our veranda like a soft echo. Now, my old radio and I keep each other company, listening to this New York thunder so loud, even my sleeping wife's chappals seem to tap along. Abbah, these players hit the ball faster than my jeep ever went on the Karimnagar road.
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