Surviving leg day

Ashwin Goyal

Oct 31, 2023

Leg day. The mere thought sends shivers down my spine. "Legs of steel," I whisper, rallying my spirits. "Let's forge them."

The squat rack stands like a medieval torture device. I brace myself. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," I chant, descending into each squat and wondering if I'll rise. But like a phoenix, I rise every time.

Lunges follow, each step a testament to endurance. "No pain, no gain," I gasp, envisioning my legs as emerging pillars of steel.

At last, it's over, and I'm soaked with the sweat of effort. “I am invincible!” I cry out, raising a fist in triumph. Then, head held high, I make my exit, stumbling towards the door, clutching the railing for dear life.

Aligning people

"Are you aligned?" A group of suited figures launch into the trivialities as if they're deciding the fate of the universe. "Sure, but are you aligned?" comes the snappy retort, infusing a sense of urgency into the conversation. "And how about that? Are

Raiding the fridge

I creep towards the door. "Here we go, the big reveal!" My hand grasps the cold handle, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. The fridge door swings open—ta-da! ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ I think, my hopes deflating like a sad balloon after