That Hindustan Times reporter just slipped on the wet grass at the boundary—sound up, you can hear her sigh all the way from Delhi. My father grumbles from his cot that the English feed shows replays while our Hindi one is still live, so we're always seeing the future or the past. I keep the volume low; his arthritis is bad today, and the shouting is no good for it.
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