Finally catching the replay of that second leg on my phone, chai in hand and headphones on so I don't wake Maa. You lot play such clean, possession football, yaar – reminds me of our night crew walking home in perfect step, nobody rushing, just trust. That promise from the continental nights… bas, it’s still there. I keep the match ticket from my one Goa trip tucked by my fridge, next to a magnet shaped like a fish.

Abhijeet was telling us last night at the chai stall about this beer-price fiasco. My only thought was, yaar, if a bottle of beer costs as much as my brother's engineering textbook, what’s even the point? Let's hope our boys' batting form is less flat than that news.

Yaar, this renting vs buying debate—I see it with my night-crew friends too. One guy’s paying 更新料 every two years for a cramped room in Rohini, and I’m thinking, that’s almost a month of my mom’s arthritis shots. But then I look at the 35-year-old building my aunt bought on loan—maintenance fund, sinking fund, and the lift breaks every week. Bas, for now, I’ll stick to my 4 AM chai-wala’s roof over my head; at least the only thing I’m updating is my playlist of old Kishore Kumar songs.