So I end up being accused of introducing two wrong bunch of people to one another, yet again. I have got to learn to mix the right people together. That's one zone I clearly fail to master. Not that I take this particular case seriously. Well, it has been a while ever since the diagnosis of having people create too much raucous about too little things was first made specifically about the bunch I stick with.
While issues arise in one bunch of people I enjoy my life with, the other bunch never lags behind in giving me great reasons to share my days with them.
He took the run to bowl to the batsman who was anxiously tapping the ground with his bat. I am not a fan of his bowling action but he takes wickets; 'takes' is too decent a word for what he can commit. It stands absolutely understandable that once you dive in something you crave from the deepest crepitus of the falling apart pit of your soul, the world surrounding you matters not. He was in one of those trances. Bowling is his passion. And while at it he almost missed her head. She flipped, yelled and ducked with her hands covering her face. I sit here laughing at the thought and feel a little guilty as I just retreived my finger tips from the keys of a stolen cell phone, retiring from sending her a text with a film of sympathy. It is pointless to laugh at reflexes but if the glimpse of them were caught by your arch nemesis, life becomes a little uneasy.
While issues arise in one bunch of people I enjoy my life with, the other bunch never lags behind in giving me great reasons to share my days with them.
He took the run to bowl to the batsman who was anxiously tapping the ground with his bat. I am not a fan of his bowling action but he takes wickets; 'takes' is too decent a word for what he can commit. It stands absolutely understandable that once you dive in something you crave from the deepest crepitus of the falling apart pit of your soul, the world surrounding you matters not. He was in one of those trances. Bowling is his passion. And while at it he almost missed her head. She flipped, yelled and ducked with her hands covering her face. I sit here laughing at the thought and feel a little guilty as I just retreived my finger tips from the keys of a stolen cell phone, retiring from sending her a text with a film of sympathy. It is pointless to laugh at reflexes but if the glimpse of them were caught by your arch nemesis, life becomes a little uneasy.
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