Ar shis, the rain comes heavy cheeba cheeba, making my clutch hand slip. I saw them playing on the government school court yesterday — three sisters in mismatched chappals, one dribbling with her left because the right ball of her foot is bandaged. Shooooom, the wind took their orange, and they just laughed and started again with a coconut. I sent an extra five hundred this morning so Meri can buy a proper ball, not one that wobbles like my old wheel bearing. Tuk-tuk-tuk, that's the kind of game that doesn't need a television to matter.