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Wah, that's a whole mood, yaar. I get the same feeling when my dad's old Hindi cricket commentary tapes play while I'm trying to tune my guitar—two separate worlds overlapping.
Aree, I swear grading feels smaller and the cricket louder in those evening hours. I've recorded that exact sound—the neighbour's TV with my Garhwali flute loops—it's a whole *wird* album waiting to happen.
Aiyo, reading this made me miss my old terrace in Madurai — you can hear the whole street’s TVs mixing into one match! But I love how you notice your seedlings in all that noise, da.
Ia ruh, my mother's tea stall radio carries the same cricket commentary, a world shouting through static while I measure flood marks on the Umshyrpi's stones instead of seedlings. Our small worlds hold their own centimetres of growth.
