...Or should I call it regaining lost energy. As I put down the feelings on my notepad, sitting by the window in FL5...my hand shivers...a sign of playing throwball after a long time. It feels great. It just revealed..."I am me"...whatever life takes me through, however distraught I am... "I will be me". A game of Throwball brought out the child-like enthusiasm in me again...
I was playing it after a long time...I was excited...I was nervous...will the ball slip through??...and it did sometimes...but didn't the other times. That little fascination to be middle one of the forwards...concentrating on the ball flying past the net...the dejection at the ball slipping through...that feeling of importance when u've won a point for the team...the arguments with the refree...It was like re-living old days...
If you still find it a little ambiguous...this is about a throwball match conducted by the "Back 2 school" club at CTS. I really felt I was back at school. It was an electric atmosphere... and my call "taken" got lost out almost everytime. Celebrating on scoring "winners"... reassuring each other on our faults...we sailed through. We lost the match...but playing itself freaked me out with joy that I can't imagine what a win would have made me. Nothing mattered...it was the first time I took a loss in my stride. I was free from all thoughts for few moments...a part of my soul was all animated...it was leaping across the rails unmindful of the approaching train as I watched it over the platform...I was happy for myself...
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Cool blogs...a nice way to bring out ur feelings and experiences...The one attracted me the most are the footers-"Fuel for life" and "Food for thought"...Awesom.....
Really good one...Illustrated the point well that, little things close to heart bring our unlimited joy
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