A Calmer You, by Sonal Kalra: Ruined by the World Cup. You, too
I don’t know how you feel but I feel that there is a World Cup-shaped hole in my heart. Since that semi-final encounter, an entire country has been stunned and silenced by the irony of the fact that it’s a game and a game can always go wrong. Of course we’ll move on from here, but it’s not easy for those like me who live their life in four-year cycles. Seriously, man. Each time I try and convince myself that my thoughts and actions should reflect some semblance of maturity that ought to come with age, the World Cup comes and ruins my life. That bad hungover feeling, the crankiness, that miserable feeling to snap at everyone in sight, that constant wondering what’s left in life to get excited about — it’s a void and a pain that refuses to go, but go it must.