Colombo doesn’t wake up quietly on India-Pakistan week. It hums. By 8 am, Galle Road is already loud with tuk-tuks, hotel vans and cricket chatter. Outside Premadasa Stadium, a loose human queue has formed – part hope, part desperation. There’s no official ticket counter selling anything anymore, but that hasn’t stopped people from showing up. Cricket teaches optimism like nothing else. I meet Aslam near a tea stall opposite Khettarama. He’s flown in from Karachi. No ticket. No backup plan.
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