Him
My world used to be just physics, playlists, and pitstops.
And then one day, I found myself
cheering for a 43-year-old man in a yellow jersey
Thala Dhoni.
My world was not invaded.
It was cherished.
Cherished by a man
who saw me beyond my marks and medals.
A man not threatened by my brilliance,
but inspired by it.
A man who clapped the loudest
when I won.
A man who became my biggest fan.
A man I love.
With all that I am,
with all that I have.
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