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Thursday, June 15, 2006

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The score stood at 40-40 .........

Duece....

It was the Finals of the Wimbledon Championship......

I was supposed to serve.... My serve was to going to make the difference.....I was tensed and nervous....My hands were shaking....

Suddenly i felt as if i heard my mom's voice....

But I did not let my concentration jump out from the ball i had in my hand...

This was the first time i have reached the finals and i did not want to miss out....

A grand event..... and winning it will put me in History.....

Harish.... Harish.... I could hear my name being called.... It was my mom's voice....
Cursing my mom, i closed the tennis game running in my phone and started to search her....

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