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High School Strikers

By Ridhima Bhagawati


Goal-post marked,

With the white chalk of my heart,

Where you and I can one day return,

To kick around a football in turns.


Where from the same old locker room,

We can repick labelled jerseys.

Three decades old forgotten hobbies,

Three sizes small for our grown bodies.


By Ridhima Bhagawati


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Precious Pheirim
Precious Pheirim
Dec 23, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

High school, the best phase of our lives!!

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Nimisha Bhagawati
Nimisha Bhagawati
Dec 22, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

wish we could go back to those times, when we had little bodies and big souls

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