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Felt like Sunday 

It is ironic that I woke up early this morning, precisely an hour before my alarm rang which I don’t know in the first place why I had set for a Sunday morning because it is so hard to sleep for a long time every single night due to constant music of alarms at irregular hours of the morning/night, say 3 am.

But, watching Pujara score a double hundred and showing his extreme resilience by batting some odd 500 balls in an innings is absolutely commendable. I would call it a perfect Sunday with no worries and just chill. (even though I have lots of work to do which I’m currently ignoring) 😛


 
 
 

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