So, this is the ground where I grew up playing soccer. While we played, we always had one spectator who never got tired looking at our amateurish play. As the sun set gradually each day, and the streetlights lined up at the edge of the field glowed with more intensity, an intensity strong enough to call us home, this man still stood there to offer us his last few glasses of desi lemonade which was enough to satisfy our thirst,

…and his tomorrow!



  1. Keeping the fitness · July 17, 2015

    Quite inspiring i must say.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Hannah the Zebra · July 21, 2015

    Love this post and the photo. Thanks for stopping by my blog and the Like!

    Liked by 1 person

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