my malayali roommate dragged me to a tournament last monsoon and i swear, the sound of the ball hitting wet skin under those floodlights lives in my head rent-free now. also, the vibe is so delulu—like, old uncles betting chai on the side while kids perfectly copy the star player’s spike. i’ve never seen a sport feel so much like a festival that just… never ends.
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