That cheap smell of Phenyl in the air.
The red hot muddy ground.
The half empty water bottle.
Those loosened clothes.
Th pulsating hearts.
Those beads of sweat.
The dried mouths.
Those final few seconds...

And then the screech of the whistle. The goal. That mad cheer. The head rush..

Nothing like a great game of basketball like those days in school.


P.S: Was riding past my school and heard that whistle that once signaled the end of PT class for IX 'A'