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October 12, 2010

A Girl and a Basketball.

Thwack! the Ball hits the Board,
Totters on the edge ,but misses the Basket.
A collective groan from the sweaty horde
And then , dribble, pass, another attempt… 

As Shadows gain length
My mind is on rewind.
My love for movement ,my love for strength
Basketball helped me find.

As I walk past the bustling courts
I can see the girl in a skirt and pigtails
The girl who was too shy to play team Sports.
The girl who was sure she would fail.

I can hear the PT teacher’s exasperated sigh
Well at least she is tall
May be we can let her try
Her luck at playing Basketball.

And  with that my tryst began
Learning to dribble that ball Red and grainy
Making it come alive under my childish hands
Jumping,running,passing the ball with a zest zany

Ragged breath, blood in the ears,
Swollen fingers,grazed knees
Pushing on despite all fears
The off-court camaraderie.

Studying tactics to keenly assess
The weakest links of the rivals;
Giving up your shot to give your mates passes
Luring Gods-by chanting Hanuman Chalisa ,kissing Bible!

Days when the world hung on winning tosses-
And getting the Basket was the highest Good
Days of Incredible wins ,ignominious losses
Days of changing can’ts into coulds.

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