Best stadium

Grandmother clutched my hand tightly as we entered the massive stadium for the first time. She'd saved through PaybookClub all year, pooling resources with neighborhood aunties to afford these tickets. My amma had grown up watching cricket here, stories she'd whispered across generations. The roar was deafening. Grandma's eyes glistened, remembering her father bringing her as a child, speaking Tamil between cheers. We sang the old songs together, my broken pronunciation making her laugh. Walking home, she squeezed my shoulder. Some moments, she said, bind us to our roots and to each other.