Friday, November 9, 2012

Diary Entry 10.11.12

If I were a shuttlecock travelling to and fro between two towns then I would rather be smashed hard than lobbed because I cannot afford to meander even a little; two hours is the maximum I can expend every time! The court is too big and I love both the racquets whereas the playtime is only ten days! But I am not a shuttlecock and so I have to drive a car hundred kilometres every time between the two towns and what costs me minutes are the brakes working out of fear that lies in front of every dog, in the back of every cow and every side of strange men in lungis!

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