“I hate you, I hate you.” The slow motion replay rubbed it in. Problem was, the replay was not on tape that could be erased but in his mind. It was almost as if he was cursed to go through an out-of-body experience each time he thought of the bout that changed his life....
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Where did you come from and where did you go? Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe? Every time a kind radio jockey plays the song on air, the mind unshackles itself from the present and takes a swift flight to that sleepy hamlet Chitguppa. It floats back to the days when I would...
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“I love you.” The voice seemed a distant echo. Bhaskar Ghosh had just won his fifth successive National heavyweight boxing championship. It was a piece of cake but coming three months before the Asian Games, a confidence booster. He could see his coach, frail and ageing, shuffling up to him and say: “I love...
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