By Neel Anil Panicker
The moment the ball careened off to his left hitting the asphalt tennis court with the intensity of an unhinged tsunami wave, Ashmit knew pursuing it was an effort that would go waste.
‘Love-Forty’ boomed the referee’s voice over the microphone as the jampacked centre court crowd slowly got up from their seats, the oval indoor stadium erupting in catcalls and wild booing.
‘Love-Zero’, he muttered under his breath as he smashed his racquet onto the ground, finally realizing the career destroying error he had made by falling for the hot as molten lava charms of a seventeen year virago.
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Three Line Tales, Week 103
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