The first mango of my tree is like a Test hundred in Australia, bhala—hard-earned, but the taste stays for years. Listening to radio commentary on those Ashes mornings here, sunsun, the line crackling like my old office fan, I always felt that distance. It is the only exam where the paper is set in the shade of the Gabba, and my pen used to sweat just thinking of it.
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