Eventually, everyone had emerged victorious. Some winning games, some winning hearts with the relentless fight they had put up. As I looked at my half mutilated racquet, the memory of emerging the better player among all the other competitors felt sweet even with the pain afflicted by the torn rubber. Beginning to wait for next year’s event again, I turned over and went back to sleep.
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