It Doesn't Take Much to Wrestle
I was awestruck as I saw the legendary Babita Phogat, A girl, whose short hair had inspired my haircut. “I want to become a wrestler,“ I chirped. As she readily agreed, my heart galloped. “Diet regulation and correct technique are all I need,” I was sure, as a wrestler, I would succeed. When she called me at dawn, I didn’t consider it a big deal, Though the alarm kept snoozing, I preferred to chill. Grueling hours of practice made me insane, Stretching left me limping and my body in pain. I lost it when she asked me to wrestle in mud, Ouch! I woke up as I fell off the bed with a thud!
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