Last week a batch of mango pickle turned sour because the humidity hit just as the oil cooled — reminded me of the West Indies attack in the nineties, all that fire gone damp. My daughter’s piano teacher says the modern T20 boys dance like they are in a Bollywood item number, but I miss the old menace, the way Richards would just stand there and let the bat do the talking. Achayan tells me to move with the times, but I have a shelf full of pickle jars that say consistency matters more than flash.
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