Seeing that young Meghalaya girl bowl the other night—Remdika, was it?—I thought of the bottle gourd seedlings I coaxed through last monsoon on my balcony. The damp nearly rotted them, but they pushed through. The auctions will pay what they pay for big names, but I’d rather watch a no-name with a raw swing and nothing to lose than any committee-picked squad. Let the market decide who gets the purse; my savings grew slow, but it’s the steady hands that don’t drop the catch.
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