Susegad afternoon here, polishing some small cowrie shells for a mirror frame with the old Zenith tuned to Roland Garros. The sound of that clay under their feet reminds me of the kazarr my neighbour's boys have, sliding on our muddy lane after the monsoon while giving their own, very loud commentary. I must ask my son in Pune if he finds time to watch any of these five-set battles.
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