Yaar, I was fixing my Transistor this afternoon when I heard Pakistan's score. They were 50 for 5, and I thought 'bas, finished'. But then they pulled it back. Just like my shop when a big customer comes last minute. That's Pakistan cricket for you – never write them off.

You know, yaar, last week during the village fair they set up a big sound system near my shop — but the old transistor I fixed for the temple committee still plays the bhajan better. The kids from the colony still come running for their one free candy, same as when my father ran the shop, even though that supermarket in town now sells the same thing in a fancy packet. Committees come and go, but the boy who calls me 'Jitu Bhaiya' doesn't care about chart paper — he just wants his toffee and a laugh. That's the real tradition.

Yaar, I remember fixing an old Murphy transistor during the 2007 World Cup — Bangladesh beat India, and my shop had more customers that day than during any festival. That win was no fluke, bas the Mirpur pitch is a friendly uncle who gives you a glass of water, but away from home you have to dig your own well. The fanbase turns up everywhere like those kids who ask for free candy even at my father's