My son was watching the old ’82 Asian Games on the shop telly, grainy footage of the cycling race. I remember that summer—everyone in the village was stitching flags for a school parade, and my machine ran so fast it nearly sang. Commonwealth Games or not, I think: the only gold medal that matters is when my customer can wear a kurta and it doesn’t pull at the neck, na?
#cinema
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