Part2: The Winner
If you have not read the previous part of this series then I would suggest to click the following link and read:
But if you are just like me and dont giv a fuck, well then go on 🙂
“Let’s race and see who touches the water first”, said Ram as he turned back to look at her.
“No” she screamed “You started first” and then stopped running. He still ran with all his might hoping and now determined to win the race. He felt jovial and was full with the anticipation of the win that was about to come his way. He was closing in on the beach, at his destination. He looked back one more time only to make sure that the distance was enough between him and the little sister who was now sitting on the sand with her head in her hands and legs folded upto the chin. The waves of the success are too strong to be stopped by the tiny pebbles of tears. The rush of achievement can even break the chains of resilience. Winners are seldom dithered by the dejection of the losers.
He looked ahead once again and raced as has as he could until the blue water touched his feet and a gust of wind felt through his hair. He spread his hands to acknowledge the wind and screamed at it to come fast because success apparently is an incomplete feeling. It gives happiness only when someone appreciates or “If someone loses”.
But that was 15 years back and winning was his motive, the sole motive…