Thinking about the past,
Musing about the future,
The present presenting a constant reality,
I have begun to see through my follies;
I screech, I rant - trying to deny,
But heart of hearts, I know I can't lie...
Being truthful to myself, isn't easy...
Trying to prevaricate, even harder;
Yet reflections are brutally frank,
The self-recriminations that follow hard to swallow,
I want to reform - to undo and redo things,
But remorse and self-reproach seem far too late for me...
Border-Gavaskar Trophy: Rekindling past glories, India's winning road takes a new turn
A popular refrain throughout the recently wrapped-up Test series between Australia and India was that the matches were a throwback to the ...
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I got my first tattoo almost seven years ago, in 2010. That time it felt like a huge deal though the tattoo itself was minuscule. I sp... -
Football – soccer, to those following the American version– players are highly distinct from the rest of the sporting fraternity. They...
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Like a dry leaf, I am strewn, Like a drought patch, I am withered, No spring nor oasis to resurrect me, The dryness and hardness, my final g...
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