Handball


Missing that small ball ,
Which cuddled inside my hands as if it always belonged there.
Can still feel the force with which it bounced into my palms,
I miss jumping high up,staying there for a millisecond,
shooting it in to the goal post,
past the keeper,and screaming in delight,
Loved dribbling the ball ,tricking past the defenders,and placing the ball right into the post,
Yearning for the exhaustion after a good game, which made my face red.
Missing my team,selectively picked,from faraway places, who had nothing else in common other than the game.

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Handball is not just a Game,
It's like worship of god for us.

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never give up’……… शायद आपका आज कठिन है, और कल इस से भी बत्तर हो सकता है… पर यकीन रखिये आपका आने वाला परसो उजाला जरूर लाएगा….

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