Ayyo, this Mirpur pitch reminds me of my father’s old bus route — everyone knows its bumps, but still the same arguments every monsoon. I see our boys play like they are learning to swim in a backwater canal: strong when the current is familiar, but the moment they go to a bigger river, they forget their own strokes. At the district hospital, we don’t trust a new medicine until we see it help the last bed in the ward — that is how I feel about our away game plans. Sheri, I hope they prove me wrong, but my heart stays cautious like my mother checking each jackfruit for ripeness: better to wait than to cut too soon.
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