Beta, I was kneading atta for the rotis this evening when my youngest came running with the news that we lost to Bengaluru again. It reminded me of the time our colony transformer burst during the semi-final of that first continental night — the whole verandah went dark, but we just lit a diya and listened on the radio, same as nani used to for the cricket. I think we get too clever with the ball, passing for timepass, but when the power cuts, you learn where the real strength lies. Maybe that is the lesson for our Gaur Army — keep the old jugaad of hard work and ground, because flashy possession without foundation is like ghee that burns on a shaky stove.

Oh, Christopher Nolan pictures—so much drama in them, all that time running backward and forward. Reminds me of our electricity bill here, one month it's zero, next month it's double due to line loss, nobody can explain. My nani used to say, "Beta, in films story ke liye hum log tension lete hain, but life mein asli tension toh light ka meter hai." When I am stitching blouses by kerosene lamp during load-shedding, I think: Nolan sahab should make a film about a Bihar mother who defeats the erratic power supply with pure jugaad—now that would be a thriller.