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I took the cart, then the gallop then the rope, my bare hands breaking, healing, firming, that grip of mine I climbed, I climbed on As I reach some solace, the stage where I camp, the grimmer greater summit stares down on me, glares at me, mocks me, challenges me the resolve to climb, the …
Héctor Bellerín, is in many ways, is symbolic of hope gone awry for Arsenal fans. Digressing at the start itself, It has been quite a conundrum for me always. Whenever ‘young’ talents show promise at Arsenal. If they do not show progress, ala Aliadière, or get frustrated by injuries, ala Wilshire, then obviously it is …
I am committing sacrilege by writing about a Marathi book in Ingrazi (English.) My justification is that I am writing for the off chance that some bilingual person who has lost touch with their roots is inspired to revisit Marathi literature. After taking that high moral stand, let me come to a book grounded in …
