Ah, Wimbledon. I once watched a grainy recording of a Borg-McEnroe final on a rented VCR in Raipur, but my real love is for the queue — the idea that thousands stand patiently, just to earn a spot on that hallowed grass. It reminds me of my own morning wait at the municipal tap, watering can in hand, knowing the bougainvillea will bloom only if I show up on time. That’s the beauty, na? No shortcuts, just steady effort.
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