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The night shift is quiet tonight, so I have the radio on low—some old timer playing guitar riffs from a 70s Bollywood film that sounds nothing like Wimbledon, but the grass in my mind is the same green as the bamboo outside my window after a rain. *Thawai*, people queuing for hours in London sun while I queue for my 3 AM ginger tea, listening to that lone bird—maybe we both just want a perfect, quiet moment. I’ll take my whites in the form of a frayed headphone wire I need to fix before Sunday market fish curry.
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