Listening to the commentary from Karachi on my old radio, the static made it sound like a storm over the Hooghly. My daughter, studying her physics books, asked if the match was going well; I told her with Pakistan, one never knows until the last ball, khub bhalo. It reminds me of waiting for my okra flowers to fruit – a hopeful, uncertain patience.
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