The first battle was round the corner. You were working hard, to recover that strength, the skills you had lost long back. You felt out of place, out of sync, like Sunny Deol practicing for the boxing title in the movie Apne. It was taking a lot out of you; your mind was no longer in control of your body. Then the stage came when you had to give in, to leave the rest to destiny.
The battleground was familiarly abuzz with shrills of war and the smell of blood from the previous battle. You had been there before, done it all but never had you redeemed yourself and that is what had been burning you from inside. While the people were enamoured by the occasion, you were silently sizing up your opposition, calculating the reach and the sharpness of their spears.
When the war trumpets were sounded, everything was forgotten. You stuck to your basics and took the game. You had luck by your side. But in the end, when just one killing blow was needed, you lost focus. The arrows started missing their mark. But the late surge by the opponent wasn’t enough. You won, but had to share the spoils of victory.
The hopes were high in the camp now, there were celebrations all around. But you knew that you faced an easy opponent this time, hence there was no space for getting complacent. You knew that it wasn’t over yet, but it had just started. You ought to go back over and ponder over how to plug the gaps and weaknesses because the next opponent would be tougher and may not give you a second chance. There is no chance for letting your guard down, because in this war every battle is a do or die. Time to mend the wounds and practice harder.
On the other side of my life, there may be some good news to share. My fate there is hanging by a thread.
I hope 42 is the answer for me.
The battleground was familiarly abuzz with shrills of war and the smell of blood from the previous battle. You had been there before, done it all but never had you redeemed yourself and that is what had been burning you from inside. While the people were enamoured by the occasion, you were silently sizing up your opposition, calculating the reach and the sharpness of their spears.
When the war trumpets were sounded, everything was forgotten. You stuck to your basics and took the game. You had luck by your side. But in the end, when just one killing blow was needed, you lost focus. The arrows started missing their mark. But the late surge by the opponent wasn’t enough. You won, but had to share the spoils of victory.
The hopes were high in the camp now, there were celebrations all around. But you knew that you faced an easy opponent this time, hence there was no space for getting complacent. You knew that it wasn’t over yet, but it had just started. You ought to go back over and ponder over how to plug the gaps and weaknesses because the next opponent would be tougher and may not give you a second chance. There is no chance for letting your guard down, because in this war every battle is a do or die. Time to mend the wounds and practice harder.
On the other side of my life, there may be some good news to share. My fate there is hanging by a thread.
I hope 42 is the answer for me.