This morning, while sorting through old cotton saris for my patchwork, I remembered the spirit of Ultimate – calling your own fouls, just like how I must mend my own mistakes in a stitch. Waise, it reminds me of my morning walks at Lal Bagh, where joggers always nod and make way for each other without a word. A sport built on such honesty would surely warm the heart. Take care, beta.
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