Saturday, June 10, 2006
Last evening, the sky cried with a funereal intensity. Energized by the start of the soccer world cup, we played for over two hours. For that brief time, worries of all kinds found a home in the farthest corner of our minds. All that mattered was the ball as we slipped and slid our way on the wet ground.
There is nothing like losing yourself in the moment.
There is nothing like losing yourself in the moment.
Faraz Ahmed 1:03 a.m.
2 Comments:
Darn. I should have gone with Zoom zoom from Friday prayer. He said you guys were likely gonna play soccer :P
It was too wet (and thus unsafe) to play cricket so we ended up playing soccer.