>>18276327It was over; the miracle run had ended the way miracle runs so often do, with empty hands and bitter disappointment.
This was as close as she’d ever come to wrestling’s greatest prize, and something told her it was as close as she was ever fated to come.
When one finds themselves lying flat against the canvas surrounded by thousands of cheering spectators who seem to relish one’s misery there is a tendency towards self reflection, and right now Curry Girl is engaged in that very endeavor.
She thinks back on the circumstances that led to her exile from India.
The circumstances that led to the birth of her youngest daughter.
The circumstances that led to the humiliation she was currently enduring.
What grievous sin had she committed in a previous life to merit this punishment? This disgrace?
Or was she being reprimanded for some unpardonable transgression she’d unknowingly perpetrated during the current cycle?
Was this all because she’d fallen in love with a gora?
Enough wallowing in self pity.
She may have failed to protect the jewel, she may have failed to win the title, but she could not fail to provide a future for her girls.
The first step was to pick herself up off the mat, the second step was to shake Gemma Stone’s hand and wish her luck against Priscilla, the third…
Well she’d just have to figure that out when she got that far.
