I feel burnt; totally burnt.

The weather today has been nothing short of hellish; the sun was blazing, not a single wisp of cloud was in the sky; not the slightest breeze; the glare pound us from above and the heat from the floor roasted our feet from within the shoes.

After three hours of basketball, we can hardly move. The only thing that kept us moving was the desire to finish what we started; the knowledge that we have did this before and that we still can do so, and are capable of this and so much more...

All these seemed so familiar...
the merciless sun...
the dry heat...
the blinding glare...
our very own aching limbs....
our very own lungs bursting within our chests...
our parched throats...
our sore feet...
all seemed to be taken from pages of our personal history....
it felt as if we are sixteen again.

But what a price to pay just to feel young...