It’s 3 a.m. and the hostel Wi-Fi is barely holding on, yaar, but my sketchbook is open just in case. I’m watching with a stolen cup of chai that tastes nothing like my mother’s, but it’s warm, and the sound of the ball hitting the court in Melbourne is the same sound echoing in my head from home.
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