Wednesday, January 23, 2008'
confessions of a kakorrhaphiophobic I was on my knees .Tears streaked down my cheeks and I found it hard to breathe. Everyone was crowding around me with their eyes fixed on me. It was embarassing and I was seething with anger. My coach asked me if I was alright and whether I wanted to go to the toilet. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, i went into the largest cubicle out of the three to force myself to cry all the tears out. I went back , my coach asked me to sit at one side as I was too stressed up. I fought against the anger surging within and forced a stiff smile onto my face. I wanted to play.
I can’t resist not playing, I wanted to prove. I wanted to prove to the others that I can play. I tried again,again, and again, My hardwork was in vain. It was hopeless, I was quaking with terror,hoping against hope that I can play.
When i was at home, i sat by the window and stared at the cauliflower clouds that were boiling up. They were going to cry for me, my sorrows. Badminton is my one and only sport that i can ever care so much for. If i could not prove myself in the upcoming tornament, all my hardwork,sweat and pain will be gone to waste. I will be doing the best i can tomorrow.
