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| This is how my friends and I feel when we play football after a hearty Indian lunch! |
Our Little Trophy!
They say it’s a cliché, but clichés exist for a reason. When I held our daughter in my arms for the first time, I fell in love. That part was expected. What I didn’t expect was what happened after. Over the next few days, every time my wife and I looked at our daughter, we would just… smile. Not the polite, Instagram kind, but the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside. A quiet, goofy, uncontrollable smile, as if we had achieved something monumental. As if she was our trophy. And suddenly, without trying, my mind went back to sport. I thought about my younger days in the US, playing elite-level football (soccer) and being lucky enough to be part of a really good club team. We won a few championships back then, and after every win, the trophy would sit proudly in the clubhouse. It wasn’t a particularly fancy object. Some metal, some engraving. Nothing magical about it on its own. But every time we looked at it, something happened. We felt light. We felt connected. We felt proud. Tha...
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