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My First Love

Last week, I talked to an old friend of mine. We talked all that had happened, has happened, is happening and will happen. And then he asked me what I was doing this weekend. I sheepishly told him that I was playing a table tennis tournament.
"Ah, so you are reunited with your first love."
I was like wow. People have the most beautiful girls, ladies and women as their first loves and I have Table Tennis or is it Art?
I got back thinking. Is it Art or Table Tennis?
It surely is Art. My first love (intellectually) was (is) Arts.
My first love (physically) is Table Tennis. Rest of all the sports I played were mere infatuations.
I owe a lot to Table Tennis. I have a relationship which I have not been able to form with people.
I have given a lot to it and it has been very unselfish.
When I was fit and I was practising hard, I was playing my best and my results reflected the my efforts. It was like I was giving it all I had and it loved me back with an intensity that gave me a glow. I used to so happy and satisfied. I was just a kid then, no money, not even fame, nothing mattered. It was pure love for the game. I wanted more and more of it. That is what love is. It is not about pretending, it is not about accepting something substandard, it is not about preening, it is not about making an ass of oneself. It is about deserving the love that you get back. It should not need words to be expressed, but it should glow and it should give you an aura. All loves (lovers) are hard people. They stretch you to limits and then love you limitlessly.
Let me make it simple. I am hurting like hell right now. The matches were too many and too good. I stretched myself to the limit. My legs and my hands hurt like anything. They were doing so before the match and after the matches as well. But when I was playing them, I could feel nothing. I felt just a warmth. I cared not for money, not for fame, not for words and not for friends and enemies. It was just a warm pleasant experience. What people call love should be like that. I am even enjoying the pain I have in my limbs.
Art is a much more strict lover. It needs cold inspiration. It makes me mentally and physically drained. It wants me to love it with devotion. Table Tennis is one of the simple sweet lovers who come back after a bit of coaxing.
I could have uploaded the pic of the trophy I won. I will some time.

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