October 20

Out-of-town offices

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October 20

Derwent Valley pushes ahead with development programme

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September 22

Virus: Olympic football qualifiers moved from China to Sydney

first_imgRelatedPosts Italy introduces compulsory virus testing for travellers from France Nigeria records new COVID-19 infections, more deaths as figures rise to 57,242 I was in best of forms before Tokyo Paralympics was postponed — Powerlifter Ejike China has withdrawn as host of an Olympic qualifying tournament next month because of concerns about the outbreak of the new coronavirus in the country, Asian football officials said on Sunday. The four-nation women’s qualifying group matches, involving Australia, Taiwan, Thailand and China, would be moved to Sydney, the Asian Football Confederation said in a statement. “The AFC has been informed by the Chinese Football Association (CFA) that it is withdrawing as host of Group B of the women’s Olympic football tournament Tokyo 2020 Asian qualifiers final round in Nanjing,” the confederation said. “Therefore, the AFC worked with the Football Federation Australia (FFA) and has nominated Sydney in Australia as the replacement host for the group. “The CFA said that it was taking the decision to withdraw because of the current situation of coronavirus in the People’s Republic of China.” On Sunday, China said the death toll from the virus had risen to 56 and that 1,975 people had been infected. The newly-identified virus is believed to have originated in a seafood market in the central city of Wuhan, which was the original host of next month’s round-robin Olympic qualifying matches. Last week, the February 3 to 9 games were moved to Nanjing, before China’s decision to withdraw. FFA Chairman Chris Nikou said he was pleased that Australia could step in to host the six matches. “The safety of all players, officials and fans is of paramount importance to FFA and the AFC, and we are confident we will host a successful tournament here in Sydney,” he added. The FFA said the match schedule would be announced soon. The winners and runners-up from Group B will go into playoffs against the top two teams from Group A, containing South Korea, Myanmar and Vietnam, for the final two places. The eventual winners will represent Asia alongside hosts Japan, at the Tokyo Olympics in July and August. Reuters/NAN.Tags: ChinaCoronavirusOlympic GamesSydneylast_img read more

August 12

“Chance the Snapper” Caught in Chicago Lagoon

first_imgThe “terrifying” four-foot The Humboldt Park alligator has been captured according to  Chicago Animal Care and Control said in a release.Officials will release more information about his successful capture overnight and the next steps for him at a press conference.(Gator after is was caught in Humboldt Park)On Sunday, animal control officials closed the eastern half of the park and hired an alligator expert from Florida as the search entered its second week. Florida gator expert, Frank Robb, recommended the closures to make the area around the lagoon quiet and free from distractions. read more

August 4

‘Patriot Church’ Celebrates Long History of Service to the Community

first_imgBy John BurtonMIDDLETOWN – Imagine what life was like 325 years ago in the area that is now Middletown.It’s a wilderness with a few small pockets of settlers, looking to carve out a life in the New Word. In that frontier setting there is a communal center to the area, the church. It’s a church that still exists today, continuing its mission to offer spiritual and community support.Elaine Lent, church moderator and historian, and Board of Trustees Chairman Peter Ahern, stand in front of the historic Old First Church, Middletown’s oldest church, as they prepare for the Baptist church’s 325th anniversary on Oct. 6.Old First Church, 69 Kings Highway, is celebrating its 325th anniversary Sunday, Oct. 6, with programs, including costumed tours of the historic site, a morning worship service with the church’s pastor, the Rev. Joyce A. Phipps, and a 7 p.m. candlelit community concert of music by early American composers. The musical program will be performed by Glenn May from the Mon­mouth County Historical Association, who will be wearing 18th-century dress and playing the church’s 700-pipe Fritszche organ.The program also will offer some historical notes about the lives of early county residents.A point of pride for the church is its long history of patriotic fervor shown by its members. That is especially true of some of its earliest congregants, including clergy members, who were quick to support the call of liberty and revolution in the 18th century, said Elaine Lent, the church’s moderator – the lay leader – who also serves as the church historian.Middletown’s Old First Church’s cemetery, decorated in American flags for its 325thanniversary, contains the remains of many church members going back to its earliest years.In honor of the church’s participation in the nation’s history, members have placed 400 small American flags around the church buildings and along the outline of its 150-plot cemetery, which contains the graves of some of its original members.Founded in 1688, it was the first church and meeting house in the Middletown area, though personal diaries and records show worshippers had met in each other’s homes as early as 1668, according to Lent.The founders were early settlers arriving here from Massachusetts and what is now the Gravesend section of Brooklyn, N.Y. They landed in the area of what is now Atlantic Highlands and made their way inland.Old First Church, on Kings Highway in Middletown, is decorated with 400 American flags in preparation of the church’s 325th anniversary on Oct. 6.Like many of those who traveled to the Colonies, the earliest church members were seeking freedom from the religious intolerance they found elsewhere. The Baptist sect was relatively new at that time. “So new that there was a number of schisms,” within, Lent said. Being new and often misunderstood, the church was dismissed or derided by other denominations. One of the church’s early clergy members, Obadiah Holmes, was horsewhipped in Boston for his beliefs, Lent said.Even though it is a Baptist denomination, the church attracted those of other faiths, including Episcopal­ian and Quakers.“It was what I would say were a bunch of free thinkers,” who saw the church’s mission as one dedicated to freedom of conscious, soul liberty and respect for diversity, beliefs that still hold true today, Lent said.By the time of Revolu­tionary War, the church had become known as the “Patriot Church” under its pastor, Abel Morgan, who served there until his death in 1785. Morgan was “a very charismatic, intelligent minster,” known for his debating skills, having traveled as far away as Oyster Bay, Long Island, and Staten Island, N.Y., to preach.“He took this very divided congregation and united it,” Lent said.Morgan’s writings show he was an early supporter of the Colonists, looking to break away from England, Lent said.There was certainly a division between the British and the Anglican Church and the relatively upstart Baptist denomination with Anglicans and their Tory supporters having little regard for other faiths, she said.Joseph Murray, a church member, who owned a Middletown farm, was killed fighting the British in 1780, and is buried in the church’s graveyard.Pictured is a drawing of Abel Morgan, Old First Church’s pastor at the time of the American Revolution, with a pair of his eyeglasses and pocket Bible.Around the time of the Battle of Monmouth in Freehold in June 1778, British troops took control of the church, using it either as a field hospital or to house soldiers, according to Lent, who said the information on that is somewhat vague.Morgan was unable to preach there, his services relegated to his farm’s barn, located about a mile away.Following that period “the church just grew like mad,” with its congregation swelling to its high point of about 500 members in the late 1880s, Lent said.Since then, the church has seen some of its members leave and start other Baptist churches in the area, including in Matawan, Holm­del and Atlantic Highlands. About 14 area churches were formed directly from Old First Church, Lent said.The church that sits at the Kings Highway location is the congregation’s third. The first burned down in 1734 and was rebuilt immediately. The existing structure was built in 1832 by members who volunteer their time, funds, lumber and equipment for the task.Over the years there have been expansions and renovations, including moving the former Middletown Women’s Christian Temper­ance Union Hall to the property in 1921, where it is still used as a social hall.After all these years, Old First Church continues to be a center of community involvement and a source of spiritual guidance for its congregants, Lent said.Pictured is a tree showing the numerous area churches that spun off of Old First Church, Middletown’s oldest church.In the aftermath of Super Storm Sandy last October, Old First Church, like a great many houses of worship, remained open and available, allowing the public to come and use the gas-operated stoves to cook meals, and its hot water to wash clothes and themselves when so many were without power for so long.“Churches are some of the few places to handle things like that, because of their size,” making them oftentimes ideal community focal points, Lent said.This summer the church hosted 39 youth and disaster assistance workers from Upstate New York who spent time in Monmouth County working to restore homes for families still recovering from Sandy’s effects.That’s a role the church has always played and continues to take pride in, Lent noted.“As a community church it is dedicated to community efforts,” and continues to host organizations, conduct its own programs and work with the efforts of other community groups.Old First Church now has a diverse membership of about 40 to 50 families. “We have people from all over Monmouth County,” who attend services and participate in programs, said Peter Ahern, chairman of the board of trustees.But some things don’t change with time.“Community was always the heart of this church,” Lent said. “It still is.”last_img read more

August 3

Wildcats drop into consolation round following playoff loss to Highland

first_imgThe Mount Sentinel Wildcats meet Revelstoke Friday in consolation round action at the B.C. High School AA Boy’s Volleyball Championships in Kelowna.The Cats, finishing third in power pool play, lost 3-0 (25-15, 25-15, 25-8) to Highland of Comox during Thursday’s playoff round.Mount Sentinel opened the 16-team tourney Wednesday with losses to Pacific Christian and Kelowna’s Okanagan Mission.The Wildcats bounced back to defeat Kootenay rival Selkirk Storm of Kimberley 2-0 (25-20, 25-22).Friday a victory over Revelstoke earns the Wildcats a chance to climb up the final standings with a shot at ninth place.The Cats would meet the winner of Okanagan Mission and Richmond’s Cambie.The tournament is being held at the University of B.C./Okanagan gymnasium.The finals are set for Saturday at UBC/O.The Mount Sentinel girl’s varsity squad is playing at the B.C. High School A Girl’s Volleyball Tournament in Prince George.last_img read more

November 30

Lee says UST will use loss to UP as motivation

first_imgFrontrow holds fun run to raise funds for young cancer patients  Don’t miss out on the latest news and information. University of Santo Tomas guard Marvin Lee surveys the floor against University of the Philippines during their game in the UAAP Season 80 men’s basketball tournament Sunday, Sept. 10, 2017, at Mall of Asia Arena. Tristan Tamayo/INQUIRER.netUniversity of Santo Tomas lost to University of the Philippines by the slimmest of margins and it couldn’t be more heartbreaking for the Growling Tigers with the way the game turned out Sunday.But no matter how painful UST’s loss was, team captain Marvin Lee still took some positives out of it as the Growling Tigers shift their focus in their coming games. ADVERTISEMENT LATEST STORIES E.T. returns to earth, reunites with grown-up Elliott in new ad  BSP sees higher prices in November, but expects stronger peso, low rice costs to put up fight For the complete collegiate sports coverage including scores, schedules and stories, visit Inquirer Varsity. WATCH: Streetboys show off slick dance moves in Vhong Navarro’s wedding LOOK: Loisa Andalio, Ronnie Alonte unwind in Amanpulo for 3rd anniversary Nonong Araneta re-elected as PFF presidentcenter_img Chief Justice Peralta on upcoming UAAP game: UP has no match against UST PLAY LIST 01:00Chief Justice Peralta on upcoming UAAP game: UP has no match against UST02:25PH women’s volleyball team motivated to deliver in front of hometown crowd02:16Duque: It’s up to Palace to decide on Dengvaxia’s fate01:37Protesters burn down Iran consulate in Najaf01:47Panelo casts doubts on Robredo’s drug war ‘discoveries’01:29Police teams find crossbows, bows in HK university01:35Panelo suggests discounted SEA Games tickets for students02:49Robredo: True leaders perform well despite having ‘uninspiring’ boss02:42PH underwater hockey team aims to make waves in SEA Games View comments Alaska extends streak, comes back to beat Kia Brace for potentially devastating typhoon approaching PH – NDRRMC Fire hits houses in Mandaluyong City Read Next “For me, what happened was a good experience and we’ll use this loss as a motivation for our future games,” said Lee in Filipino after the Tigers’ 74-73 loss to the Maroons at Mall of Asia Arena. Lee, who finished with a game-high 20 points, would’ve been UST’s hero after burying two free throws that put his team ahead, 73-71, with 5.4 seconds left.FEATURED STORIESSPORTSWATCH: Drones light up sky in final leg of SEA Games torch runSPORTSSEA Games: Philippines picks up 1st win in men’s water poloSPORTSMalditas save PH from shutoutThe story, however, was Paul Desiderio, who sank the go-ahead triple with 1.1 ticks remaining.“Well, it was over and we can’t do anything about the result,” said Lee. “I think the first game just wasn’t for us.” MOST READlast_img read more

November 28

The bonding

first_imgPreksha had grown up to be a rebel, refusing to eat her mother Maya’s homemade buttery parathas or share anything about her life with Maya anymore. But, as Maya eventually realised, Preksha would always remain her little daughter at heart… By Anwesha Bhattacharya’Parathas, again?’ Preksha grimaced as Maya put down the plates in front of Preksha and Suraj. ‘Don’t make such faces. They’re not live toads!’ Maya’s voice betrayed restrained irritation. Suraj’s stifled little chuckle behind his newspaper wasn’t lost on Maya. She would deal with him later. ‘Didn’t I tell you I can have parathas once a month? M-A-X.’ Preksha’s voice had the same exasperation that Maya’s did seconds ago. ‘Eww, look at the way they are dripping with butter.”Preksha,’ Maya’s voice rose three octaves, ‘Don’t talk like that about food. I’ve had enough of this. Do you know people in India don’t get one square?’ ‘Give them my share. And? maybe some of yours too,’ Preksha pushed away her plate, deliberately gazing up and down Maya’s well-padded figure, ‘And if you are not giving me cornflakes – with double skimmed milk – right this moment, I am leaving. I am getting late for college. I have a term test.’Maya and Preksha glared at each other long enough to allow the grandfather clock in the drawing room to chime nine times. Then Preksha pulled her trump card – she started getting up from the table in slow motion.advertisement’SIT,’ Maya bellowed and stormed off towards the kitchen. Preksha grinned triumphantly. She knew much too well Maya would never let her leave the house without having breakfast. Presently, Maya stormed back and put a bowl of cornflakes on the table.Over the next seven minutes, the only sounds were that of spoon against bowl, an occasional slurp and hurried munching. The “almost silence” was broken by Preksha pushing her chair back, which grated against the floor with a screech that made Maya feel sick every time. She could have betted that was the precise reason Preksha repeated it day after day, in spite of Maya screaming at her. Today was one of the days Maya felt too exhausted.Preksha was almost out when Maya’s shock overrode her exhaustion. ‘What on earth are you wearing?’ Maya’s voice was shrill, eyes popping out as they travelled up Preksha’s legs for what seemed to her to be like miles before they finally met the skirt hem. Preksha leaned back against the door, looking at the ceiling with a bored expression on her face, arms folded. ‘You’re going out in that?”Of course not, mom, I just wanted to walk till the door, and then go back and change into your red sequinned salwar, finish the parathas and go to college so that I can have the entire college label me a moti behenji, which you want!’ Maya sat there, at a loss for words. Preksha had spoken so fast she didn’t catch half of what she said.Preksha rolled her eyes at the blank expression on Maya’s face. ‘Never mind. By the way, I will go straight to gym from college.’ Before Maya could find her voice, the door had banged shut behind Preksha. With Preksha gone, Maya’s irritation found an easy target in Suraj. ‘It’s all your fault. You always let her get her way. All you can do is sit there and pretend everything is fine. Don’t you have eyes? Can’t you see how strange Preksha is getting??’ Suraj gulped down the rest of his tea in one swig and got up. ‘Maya,’ he said softly, ‘Don’t worry so much. Preksha is fine. She will grow out of it.”That is all you have to say. Mrs Mehra’s daughter is Preksha’s age. She’s not like this. I’ve never seen her in anything except salwars ever… it’s all my fault. I haven’t been able to bring her up well?,’ Maya’s voice trembled. Suraj whispered in Maya’s ear, ‘I saw Mrs Mehra’s daughter smoking the other day? with two boys, near that coffee place at the corner.’ ‘Really?’ Maya gasped. Suraj nodded gravely and by the time Maya had let this information sink in, Suraj was gone, shutting the door behind him to what was just another morning at the Saxenas.As Maya cleared up, she remembered the time when Preksha would demand parathas with dollops of butter. And now, all she would have would be these cornflakes, chapattis, chicken stew – chicken stew! – the whole of Maya’s extended family swore by her chicken butter masala, and her own daughter would pucker up her face at it? she was getting so thin? she looked so much better when she was a little? chubby. And it was not just food. Preksha had changed so much that Maya often wondered whether she was the same little girl of hers of a few years ago. Maya had always cooked Preksha’s birthday dinner. Year after year, the early hours of 11th December would find Maya in the kitchen, and the entire house would be enveloped in a warm, tantalising aroma throughout the day.advertisementIn the evenings, Maya’s day’s labour would be enthusiastically savoured and gushed over by Preksha’s friends from school – 5, 6, sometimes 10 of them. Preksha would announce, her fair face pink with pride, that her Mummy – she had taken to calling Maya Mom one fine morning when she was 17 – was the best cook in the world. Before her 19th birthday, Preksha had casually announced that she was taking her friends out for pizza on her birthday. ‘It’s too much work for you, mom,’ she had said, ‘don’t bother this time.’Did she really not know how much Maya enjoyed it? Preksha had brought back pizza for Maya and Suraj. Maya would never understand what’s so great about a few scraps of chicken and cheese on bread and why anybody would prefer it to her elaborate spread. But she eventually got used to it, as Preksha took her friends out for pizza every year since then, and sometimes even ordered pizza at home, taking it to her room and eating it for dinner while she studied.Maya always dreamt that Preksha would grow up to be a doctor. She did not believe in pushing her daughter like Mrs Reddy or Mrs Varma did. She had hoped Preksha would want to be a doctor, and in spite of herself, had allowed that hope to solidify into a snug assumption. And Preksha had excitedly discussed her career plans with Maya and Suraj the day her board results came out, when Maya was still giddy from the pride and joy she felt holding the marksheet – 96 percent! Maya was sure her ears were playing tricks when Preksha announced she was going to take up Humanities and later Journalism. This was what she had wanted since she was in the sixth grade, Preksha shared. Suraj, on whom some of Maya’s dream had rubbed off, had recovered amazingly fast.’That’s great, Preksha,’ he had gushed. Maya had skipped dinner that night, feigning a throbbing headache, which, again, was not completely a lie. She had then fallen into a troubled sleep trying to decide what distressed her more, the realisation that what she had assumed was never meant to be in the first place or the fact that Preksha had not only been so sure of her decision, but had not shared it with her till it was time to implement it. Once during the second year of graduate studies, Preksha had come back from college, flung her backpack onto the couch, marched into her room and banged the door shut loud enough for Maya to drop the television remote. When Preksha’s door didn’t open till dinner time, Maya had timidly ventured into her room. She’d found Preksha sobbing into her pillow, still in the clothes she had worn to college. Each of Maya’s questions and pleadings had been met with silence or a muffled “leave me alone”. Preksha hadn’t come out for a week, didn’t go to college, left untouched most of her meals which Maya carried to her room. ‘Be her friend,’ Mrs Varma had suggested over tea at Mrs Reddy’s. ‘Medha tells me everything,’ she had added smugly.advertisement’Mothers are friends, Prekshu, you can tell me anything, you know?,’ Maya had ventured around two weeks after Preksha had gone back to college and was eating her meals with them again. ‘Good try, mom,’ Preksha had cut her short, ‘You can’t suddenly decide to be my friend because you want to know what’s going on in my life.’Maya never tried again. She never found out what had stormed Preksha’s 19-year-old life and where she found the strength, behind the locked door of her messy room, to tame the storm and get on with life. ‘I am glad she can make her own decisions, handle things herself? solve her own problems, Maya,’ Suraj had asserted, ‘you should too.’How could she? Suraj would never understand. It had never been him that Preksha had run to for years to share little secrets, have tears kissed away, bruised knees nursed, ruffled feathers smoothed? Preksha now made Maya feel she was trying desperately to hold on to a dream a moment after waking up, as it slipped elusively away? ‘Let’s all go out for dinner,’ Preksha chirped, bouncing around the room. ‘It’s been ages. I’m so glad my exams are over. I can finally start working?’ It was over chocochip icecream that Preksha told them about Akash. Her best friend Ritwika’s brother. He was a brilliant student, did his engineering from one of the top colleges in the country – Preksha told them proudly – working at one of those few huge companies Maya knew by name.Preksha waited till the table had been cleared away before continuing. ‘Mom, Dad, Akash is going to the States for a project around November end. It would take at least four years? maybe longer. We have decided to get married before that? sometime in October end? so I can go with him?’ Back home, as Suraj playfully teased Preksha and both of them sat together giggling, suddenly buddies, Maya remembered her own marriage with Suraj. She’d met Suraj for the second time the day of their wedding, if sitting with a bowed head among 12 relatives counted as a meeting?The next few months passed in a frenzy of arrangements. And it seemed that even before Maya had stopped to catch her breath, it was the last night before Preksha’s wedding. Preksha had gone to bed early. Maya and Suraj sat on their beds, going over the details for the millionth time. Knock. Knock. ‘Preksha?? The door’s open?’ The door opened noiselessly. Preksha stood at the door in her white and pink floral pyjamas and braided hair, her hand still on the doorknob, looking down at her shuffling bare feet. Maya’s heart gave a leap. She didn’t dare ask what was wrong. Millions of scary thoughts raced across her mind at a blinding speed, freezing all her questions. It was Suraj who spoke.’Preksha, what’s the matter, baby?’ Preksha stood motionless for another moment, before racing forward and flinging herself on the bed over the quilt between Maya and Suraj, and broke out into sobs. A panic-stricken Maya clutched Suraj’s fingers with vehement force. Suraj patted her hand assuredly, and as she waited, numb, he put a hand on Preksha’s shoulders. ‘Preksha, what’s wrong?’ Preksha pushed her face deeper into Maya’s pillow, her sobs louder. ‘Preksha,’ Maya whispered, bracing herself, ‘What is it? Have you had a fight with Akash?’The muffled “no” did nothing to comfort Maya. Her heart was pounding so hard she felt it would burst out of her. Just as she was going to ask again what the matter was, this time more impatiently, Suraj gently touched Maya’s shoulder and signalled for her to be quiet. They just lay there with Preksha between them, sobbing, while Suraj patted her and Maya caressed her hair. After a while, the sobs grew softer, and eventually stopped, and Preksha lay absolutely still with her face still hidden in the pillow.’Tell us what’s wrong, princess,’ Suraj spoke in her ear, still patting her back. Preksha rolled over to lie on her back. Her face was red and blotchy, her eyes puffy. Maya bent over to gently kiss away the tears that were still smeared across her smooth cheeks. ‘I am scared,’ Preksha sniffed. ‘Scared? Of what, baby?”I don’t know? of getting married? going away? leaving you? I can’t live without you two?,’ and her eyes welled up with fresh tears. Relief swept through Maya and spilled over in the form of a torrent of tears. The tears of apprehension, of her own fear of losing Preksha, of already missing her when she wasn’t even gone? gushed out; she clasped Preksha to her bosom. Suraj smiled, sighed and dropped his head on his pillow. ‘You are not going anywhere, baby,’ Maya whispered into her daughter’s hair, choking on her words. ‘You will always remain our little girl. And this will always remain your home. Your room? your things? everything will be there always? waiting for you.”Remember when you were a little girl, Preksha? You used to sneak into our bed every night and hide between us because there would be “monsters” under your bed? “I am scared”, you used to say, remember?’ Suraj asked, his voice growing soft with emotion.Preksha smiled through her tears. And once again, after many, many years, the three of them snuggled close together, with Preksha between them under the cocoon of the warm quilt. And they talked. Preksha listened with rapt attention, as Maya and Suraj took turns reminiscing about the day Preksha was born, a beautiful baby that all the nurses fussed over, and Maya and Suraj spent hours looking at, marvelling at the miracle of creation; the pink frock Granny had sewed for her, the one she used to look like an angel in; her first step clinging Suraj’s thumb; the pop song she had picked up from TV and would sing day in and day out when she was three; her first birthday party, the second and the third…On an impulse, Maya brought down a thick brown velvet-covered album from the top shelf of her cupboard, that had been her companion on many a lonely, endless afternoon. The three of them pored over each photo as if they were looking at them for the first time rather than the millionth. There was Preksha, eyeing the stack of gifts on her third birthday; a four-year-old Preksha sitting beside the family Alsatian looking hilariously intimidated; Preksha punched Suraj as he teased her over a photo where a five-year-old terrified Preksha was clinging to him at a Kanyakumari beach; and eventually, Preksha’s journey through school – prize distributions, cultural programs, sports? the photos showed what all three of them had missed – Preksha growing up bit by bit? funny, Maya and Suraj had always felt she grew up overnight… Each photo had a story to tell, the story of a girl who was doted on and loved to bits, who grew up but managed to remain the little girl whose parents would never believe didn’t need looking after; each photo told the story of change, how certain things grow better with time and the things which don’t change at all.Some of the photographs were a bit frayed at the edges, some tinted with the yellow hue of time, but they still managed to bring back memories that shone like new, and together, they were no less than a saga, of the phase of a life that was to be cherished, reminisced, looked back upon and smiled at throughout life. The impenetrable darkness of the eastern sky was already dissolving into a faint pink as the last leaf of the album was turned. The first ray of the sun peeked in through the cream lace curtains to find Preksha in a peaceful slumber, snuggled cozily between her parents, who were smiling quietly at each other with eyes that lovingly and painfully whispered, ‘Our little girl isn?ft lost?c she is right here…’last_img read more

October 28

18 days ago​Man Utd defender Tuanzebe: International break will help us

first_img​Man Utd defender Tuanzebe: International break will help usby Ansser Sadiq18 days agoSend to a friendShare the loveManchester United defender Axel Tuanzebe believes the international break has come at the right time for his side.The youngster was in the team for their 1-0 loss away to Newcastle on Sunday in the Premier League.It is a result that puts United only two points above the relegation places.Now the players go away with their countries, before coming back for a huge league clash against Liverpool at home in two weeks.”Yeah, you can see we shut them out for a long period of time, Tuanzebe told MUTV after the game.”The only way they were able to score was a counter when we weren’t really there. The goal, it is what it is: a 20-yard shot, it wasn’t like they played through us or anything like that.”We go back to the drawing board, the international break [is] now time for us to regroup. We believe in what we’re doing, in time it will come.”Now it’s just that tough phase. Next game we look forward to is Liverpool. [We] definitely want to get a result in that game.” About the authorAnsser SadiqShare the loveHave your saylast_img read more