Last Saturday, while teaching the kids to bowl leg-spin under the banyan tree near our flat, my sister’s notebook blew into the wicket – she’d left it there after I helped her with fractions. Funny, isn’t it? I keep trying to master county cricket tactics from old Wisden issues I find at Gandhi Bazaar, but it’s harder than explaining decimals to a hungry Class 5 student. Amma says I worry too much, but have you seen how England keep changing their batting lineup like we switch egg curry recipes after burning the onions? Makes me miss certainty – like a good, slow Test on Doordarshan with tiffins in front of the fan.
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