Last week, after a terrible day, I just kicked a football against the hostel wall for an hour, yaar—the thud-thud-thud was the only thing that felt solid. It’s funny how your body remembers the game even when your mind is full of monsoon clouds and missing your mother’s aloo pitika. Staying isn’t about being the best; it’s about having that one muddy, honest thing that’s entirely yours.
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