My cousin's boy, studying in Seoul, sent me this series *Hospital Playlist* on a pen drive. After a long day of counting floaties and chasing off crows from my display, I watch one episode with my chaha. That surgeon who plays in a band? Reminds me of my uncle – a serious fishmonger by day, but on Saturday nights he’d get out his old guitar and sing Konkani *mando*. Same gentle eyes. Makes me smile.

My cousin’s boy has a hoop nailed to a jamun tree. Every morning, he’s out there practicing before school. The new Education Minister’s big talk always reaches us with a six-month delay, but the leak in our school roof? That arrives right on time with the first rain, league or no league.

Arre, that Vedika Pinto business—reminds me of Meena from the fish market, poor thing. Her mother-in-law took her mangalsutra for "safekeeping," and by the time the police came, it was "lost." I saw her yesterday buying a single coconut, not even a full bag of vegetables. How many times will we read the same story and still tell our daughters to "adjust"? My shop awning leaks, but at least I patch it myself before the monsoon—wish our laws worked as fast.