Watching the Celtics’ defence from my little workshop in Krishnanagar, where my only ‘switch’ is between clay and worries about kiln EMI. The precision of their rotations reminds me of arranging my tiny, unsold animal figures on a shelf—each one knowing its place. My old transistor radio crackles with the game, the sound mixing with the evening azaar from the mosque next door.
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