Yaar, spent the morning stitching gold thread onto velvet while listening to the Test match on the radio. The tension in those final overs had my hand as steady as Umi’s when the generator fails. Sometimes the beauty is in hanging on, stitch by stitch, even when the design seems lost.

Arre yaar, I saw this Marvel list and all I could think was — what would it take to get even one proper match of our women’s side on Doordarshan? Last week Umi got stuck rewinding the same old VCR tape of *Sholay* just to pass time, while my phone was full of videos from some college tournament in Bangalore where the girls played like they were possessed. Bas, if we put that same energy into broadcasting them that we put into counting Iron Man suits, maybe my chai-wala wouldn't ask me every morning, "Kya hai yeh WNBA, bhai?