Too good, man. Did not expect the segue but it was such a smooth narrative shift. Both things, the solidarity and the viciousness, are true. What was that thing about multitudes and so on?
Beautifully put, capturing those vulnerable moments in sport where the usual norm of rivalries and hate suddenly gives way to a sense of communion.
As a fan of pro cycling, I’ve sadly grown accustomed to this vulnerability. The sheer number of deaths and near-death incidents in recent years seems to have awakened the global cycling community, though discussions around safety (both within and outside the peloton) often feel either toxic or piecemeal.
Each time an incident occurs, we get stuck debating when the right time is to talk about rider safety. In the end, we fail to seize the moment and slip back into old rhythms. I wish we could collectively freeze those vulnerable moments and return to them as reminders of hope for better days.
Too good, man. Did not expect the segue but it was such a smooth narrative shift. Both things, the solidarity and the viciousness, are true. What was that thing about multitudes and so on?
Gem of an essay.
Thanks man!
"Before all, we are companions in the dance against time." Incredible essay, Sarthak. Incredible storytelling. Wow.
Thank you, Amrita! So glad you enjoyed it :)
Such a beautiful piece. The way you have portrayed the beauty and the ugliness of humankind through the lens of sports is beautiful.
Thank you, Binu! :)
Amazing write up, Sarthak. Keep up the good work. I liked the contrast.
Thank you, Sanjay!
Beautifully put, capturing those vulnerable moments in sport where the usual norm of rivalries and hate suddenly gives way to a sense of communion.
As a fan of pro cycling, I’ve sadly grown accustomed to this vulnerability. The sheer number of deaths and near-death incidents in recent years seems to have awakened the global cycling community, though discussions around safety (both within and outside the peloton) often feel either toxic or piecemeal.
Each time an incident occurs, we get stuck debating when the right time is to talk about rider safety. In the end, we fail to seize the moment and slip back into old rhythms. I wish we could collectively freeze those vulnerable moments and return to them as reminders of hope for better days.