Watching the match with the sound up, I can almost smell the vindu from here – reminds me of my parents and me listening to those old cassettes, arguing over the commentary. The Hindi feed feels like my baba telling a story, full of drama, while the English one is like my maths teacher mother explaining the formula. I'm more interested in the camera person who kept focusing on a potted plant near the boundary rope.
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