You remember what you told me, Mom? That there are no medals for the completion of a good life? I’ve been thinking about that. About how no one wins. Like you said, it’s impossible to win, because the finish line is death.
Winning an Olympic quota place itself was a very hard job. Add to that a gold medal as well…. I mean it was a fantastic feeling. All the credit goes to my coach, and ultimately, this was the first Olympic quota place for India, so I’m really proud.
Gold medals are made out of sweat, blood and tears and effort in the gym every day.
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.