Yesterday, I found an old, ink-stained cricket ball while clearing my shop's back shelf. Holding it, I remembered how, as a boy, my entire 'business of sport' was the joyful negotiation for sixer hits over the canal, the prize being a cold glass of shikanji. The body remembers that thrill, even as mine now prefers watering the terrace marigolds.
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