Tales of The Fencesitter

Is it your scent that makes me dream(of thunders and low floating feathers)or your slender, weightless frame?
Is it when you deftly part air–(whistling, like picking flowers)Or when you mess with everyone’s hair?
How can something so graceful,Be something so powerful?
I steady myself with these thoughtsChasing my breath,While those who would defeat usStand in motionless aweWatching our [...]

I broke my racket this morning in our annual company badminton tourney. The accumulation of mishits finally took their toll on one of my most prized possessions.
I didn’t give it much thought earlier. I was too pre-occupied looking for a similar racket to finish the match. We still won but that’s neither here nor there.
Looking [...]