It’s like a dance
A partner dance
Except you don’t look at each other
Yet you move together
In perfect coordination
Without planning
You just know
When he moves to the left
You automatically move to the right
When you move in front
He moves behind
Your eyes don’t have time to meet
At all times, they are focused in front
At that tiny ball whizzing across the table
Time slows down
Your senses go in hyperdrive
Noticing things seemingly inconsequential
The angle of the opponent’s racket
The slight spin on the ball
Your own involuntary crouch
Your partner moving aside to make room
Your own feet moving on their own accord
Ready to strike
Yet ready to move aside just as quickly
To make room for your partner
It’s a game of alternation
Where the chain of events are sacred
Unlike badminton, one strong player isn’t enough
Your partner counts as much as you
And you count as much as your partner
You can’t take all the shots, as much as you would like to
You have to trust your partner to make it in time
Trust your partner to notice the spin that you can see
Trust your partner to return it with precision
Trust your partner to move aside in time
Trust your partner to learn from mistakes
And trust your partner, to trust you
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