The speaker wire got a little chewed by mice again, so the evening raagni came out a bit scratchy. Still, those small faces gathered on the charpai, their eyes shining. Watching them, I sometimes think our squash players are like my father's old tapes—not always heard in the big halls, but when they play, the whole mohalla feels the rhythm.
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