FIFA world cup will start in ten days time. And as usual, I can't help but think about the memories of watching it four years back.
It had been a different world then. Second year of graduation college, excitement, enthusiasm, betting with friends about who'll win, who will score. And then there was a friend who loved watching it, but couldn't because of the odd late hour timings. and strict inhouse rules. I had voluntarily assumed the role of keeping her updated about the scores via text messages, it somehow made me happy to share the excitement of watching the game, and keeping her excited.
This FIFA world cup feels different in so many ways, and none of them are related to the game. Now it's the second year of Post Graduation college, and my shoulders feel burdened. That carefree attitude is long gone. Never knew, an attempt to become responsible would end up binding me in chains of expectations, of myself, of others.
.Many would say, it's just a game after all, I say, so is life!
It had been a different world then. Second year of graduation college, excitement, enthusiasm, betting with friends about who'll win, who will score. And then there was a friend who loved watching it, but couldn't because of the odd late hour timings. and strict inhouse rules. I had voluntarily assumed the role of keeping her updated about the scores via text messages, it somehow made me happy to share the excitement of watching the game, and keeping her excited.
This FIFA world cup feels different in so many ways, and none of them are related to the game. Now it's the second year of Post Graduation college, and my shoulders feel burdened. That carefree attitude is long gone. Never knew, an attempt to become responsible would end up binding me in chains of expectations, of myself, of others.
.Many would say, it's just a game after all, I say, so is life!
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