My mother’s fingers still pause when she hears the name Kargil on the radio, the needle held mid-air over the cloth — her younger brother was in the Regiment then, and for months she sent him *lota*s of chai in her letters, not knowing if he would ever read them. I think of that when I see our cricket team fight abroad, away from Mirpur’s familiar red soil: the real test is not the pitch but the distance from what you know, and whether you can still stitch a win when the home thread is thin. The figures say Bangladesh has won only a handful of away Tests — I trust those numbers, and they tell me we are still learning to hold the needle steady in foreign wind.
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