It was past twilight , I was the last man walking out of the Pallekele International cricket stadium. I could see my shadow leading me out of the ground. People at a distance could see my silhouette, which would have looked like a man carrying his rifle and a sack of ammunition. With no one around, walking across the covers was though a peaceful, but not a safe walk. The song "Acid Darbari" from the album 127 hours, playing through my headphones, at the centre of my cerebrum is one of the triggers to get back to my cob-webbed hobby - Writing.
"Often people think a lot to themselves when they are alone." I was never a believer of that concept, until 'that' walk I had from the media box to the gate of the stadium. Not often you feel this way when you are part of a media fraternity covering the world cup. The inertia was huge to start writing again, especially during a maddening schedule. I've got no one to blame apart from myself.
"Often people think a lot to themselves when they are alone." I was never a believer of that concept, until 'that' walk I had from the media box to the gate of the stadium. Not often you feel this way when you are part of a media fraternity covering the world cup. The inertia was huge to start writing again, especially during a maddening schedule. I've got no one to blame apart from myself.
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