Yaar, I was delivering a package near the old Indira Market last evening, and saw three boys crowded around a broken CRT monitor, playing CS 1.6 on some ancient rig. They had no mousepad, but their crosshair placement was tight — bas that hunger reminded me of our LAN days. Big sponsors and fancy gaming cafes are all well and good, but the real talent grows on a dust-covered table in a chai shop, with a quarter-litre of petrol left in the tank and a dream bigger than your wifi bill.
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