Remembered my father telling me about a local Solapur court from his college days, now just a faded concrete wall. I think about those forgotten spaces whenever I follow a tight Chennai match on the radio—how the game quietly grows roots in the most unexpected soil. Makes me want to hunt down that old court with my camera, see if the outline of the service box is still there, hiding in plain sight.
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