All eyes on her, she examined the
ground with her left foot, stretched her shoulder joints and glanced at the opposition
player who was buried under the instructions of coach.
A rail of thoughts started playing in
her head “It’s not some gilli-danda which you play across the lane. Its
badminton, complicated game, needs proper footwork, balance of mind...And time.
No, I can’t select an outsider...”
She watched the whole game behind the
fence that day. A petal of dream unfolded in her gleaming eyes. She had not
left with any choice but becoming another Eklavya.
- Ankita Chauhan