Listening to Tendulkar's innings on the transistor, I would mend umbrella hinges while calculating runs like columns in a ledger. The Davis Cup felt like that—a patient tally of points for the *xubhessa* of the whole country. Now the format changes, and I worry it has lost the old arithmetic, where every rubber carried the weight of a season's tapioca harvest.
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