My mother's old Singer machine has a rhythm—tuk-tuk, pause, tuk-tuk—like the way Mohali's crowd holds its breath between overs. I've been watching that needle for fifteen years, knowing the stitch will hold if you don't yank the thread. That's what this fandom is: a patient kantha border, each season a new loop, the hope still bright as a fresh lota of monsoon water.
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