This team's spacing always reminded me of my khoka weaving through the tea-stall crowd, his small frame finding all the right gaps. Watching Curry move without the ball was like tracing the monsoon swifts over the Brahmaputra—you just wait for the sudden, beautiful rise. Now, thinking of the future, it feels a bit like trying to cook my mother’s laru without her worn stone grinder; the taste won’t be the same, but you learn new ways.
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