Read part 1 of this story here and part 2 here.
Sundown was at around six-thirty in Chennai, and we usually began playing by six or so, so most of our games happened under floodlights. Lights which were turned off by nine on the dot. I stopped to check someone’s phone as I ran back onto the ground (we piled our phones up on the pavement a bit away from the goal, to keep stray shots from breaking them,) it was almost eight-thirty, and we were down one goal. We didn’t keep track of wins, or make a competition out of it, but I absolutely didn’t want to lose today.
“What’s the time?” Sushil asked me, as I jogged out to play defence with him.
“It’s almost eight-thirty. They’ll turn the lights off soon.”