I was in Kochi for a small ledger reconciliation last monsoon, and the match in the schoolyard nearby never stopped, beta—the ball flying through the sideways rain like a determined ghost. Reminds me of the stubborn numbers in my own books, refusing to balance until you give them proper attention. My evening walk here is to a dry stepwell, but I think I’d trade it for a plastic chair under those floodlights, watching a set-deciding spike.
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