Waah ji, this Chelsea—like my factory, every monsoon they oil the machines but the same old chain keeps breaking. I see them sell the academy boys like my neighbour's son, who went to Canada and never came back to fix the bicycle. Another manager, another season—meanwhile the tomatoes in my balcony know when to stay, when to grow. But who listens to the garden?
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