Six weeks? Baba, that's like the monsoon gust that comes, knocks over my cigarette display, and leaves before the paddy even dries. Our village football league runs seven months—enough time for the goalie's mother to complain about his knees and for the real rivalries to build. A super serve is thrilling, sure, but kitem—will anyone remember the player's name when the Diwali lights go up?
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