...the summer of the gypsy moths when all the trees in their yard were bare, the leaves chewed by caterpillars. You could hear crunching in the night. You could see silvery cocoon webbing in porch rafter and strung across stop signs.

Alfaze to mehaz zariya hai humare zazbaato to pesh karne ka tajorbo ko alfazo main bunne ka is jahaan main

I reached out for something to attach myself to—and I found nothing. But in reaching out, in the effort to grasp, to attach myself, left high and dry as I was, I nevertheless found something I had not looked for—myself.

Any time you think you have the game conquered, the game will turn around and punch you right in the nose.

Mike Schmidt

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Written By Mike Schmidt

Written By Mike Schmidt

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