When the news flashed on the TV, I didn’t believe it at first. I had to check it for myself. It was true. She had been disqualified.
A wave of sadness washed over me. I couldn’t imagine what she must have felt. The shock. The despair. She had fought and come so far.
All of us had cheered for her, silently and loudly. But this was devastating. I refreshed the news tab. Maybe India could appeal?
There was no scope apparently. Conspiracy theories floated all around. What would help? Nothing apparently they said. We had to console her and move on.
Accept the fate. I kept wishing for a change all day but nothing happened. We had to accept things the way they were. What could we do? Nothing.
Life hits you like this and then what do you do? Pick yourself up and go back at it.
The other side is jeering and sneering at her. We can’t fight the cell. It is notoriously famous for multiplying on its own. Like hydra. We can only applaud her grit.
We can continue to cheer her on. We can be inspired by her. We can push her to persevere. But in the moment all of it is of no consolation.
A loss would have been more digestible. Did no put the guardrails? Was no one overlooking her shoulder?