It was today, after a long gap in between, that I realised that I don't hate every sport. I'm notoriously famous for having shunned every form of sport for a good part of the decade and a half I've lived on Earth (except chess, which I still love very much).
I spotted some kids in my building compound playing badminton. And I can conveniently call them kids. The eldest was what...12? So, no, no. They were not all kids. My bad. They were I don't know what. I was returning from my music classes and though I could've gone, paying no heed to my hidden desire of many years, I went and played with them, albeit for only around 10 mins. And the small child within me was out then. I played to my heart's content.
Now, if that is what they call the fruition of one's past desires, this was that.
I spotted some kids in my building compound playing badminton. And I can conveniently call them kids. The eldest was what...12? So, no, no. They were not all kids. My bad. They were
Now, if that is what they call the fruition of one's past desires, this was that.
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