Yaar, my neighbour’s garage has a big faded Brazil flag painted from the ’02 World Cup, peeling now like an old wire’s insulation. The samba nostalgia they sell feels like a fancy stabilizer—looks good, but doesn’t fix the voltage drop in the colony today. Still, when I see those yellow flags on the metro route, I smile; some connections, like a solid joint, just give a little light.

Yaar, yesterday I was rewiring a fan for an old customer — he had the radio on, Pakistan vs. England. One over they bowl like world-beaters, next over they drop catches like kids in a gully match. My wire stripper slipped twice in one over — that's how much tension she gives, haanji. But you know what? That unpredictable current is what keeps the bulbs flickering, na?