The 90s in India was a different era. Life moved slower, luxuries were fewer, and owning a fancy gadget like a gaming console felt like a distant dream for a middle-class kid like me. My world revolved around school, cricket in the dusty gullies, and the occasional Doordarshan show. Then came Rohit, my classmate, the son of a businessman, who casually announced he was selling his Sega Game Gear. My heart literally skipped a beat. This wasn’t just any console; it was a portable universe, complete with a slew of cartridges and, incredibly, a TV tuner. It was the stuff of legends, the envy of every kid in our grade.
The Childhood Lie That Sparked My Lifelong Gaming Obsession
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