"Oh, that neighbor of ours, you know, the one with the brat of a son? She's been yelling at these poor street kids for playing cricket outside her house. They're street kids! Where else are they supposed to play? Each time their ball goes anywhere near her gate, she pounces on it and won't give it back. So I decided that if she likes balls that much, I would oblige. I went and bought thirty boxes of tennis balls and threw them one by one into her compound. I hope she has fun picking them up."
From Madhuri Vijay's The Far Field
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