... to a housefull of people who groan and cheer and dance berserkly with you
... with truckloads of people who go whooping past your house in trucks and cars waving flags and singing "India, India!" (clap, clap, clap - yes, everyone knows that chant)
... to a city where, even in a traffic jam created out of vehicles and people and drums and fireworks, not a single angry face can be seen
... to a people that stops strangers on the street and shares champagne and high-fives with them
... to the most money-driven city in the country that takes a day off on the day of the finals
... to a country that is emotionally involved with 11 intimate strangers, who take on the other nations, and stand up to them, for the rest of us.
Wouldn't change it for the world.