"The way the ball bounces.........."

“Why did he have to do this?”…I kept asking myself desperate to find an answer. Every passing second brought me close to the sign marked “Dead End”. What do I do once I reach there, had I any clue, I wouldn’t have been panting and choking my puff bags with smoke beyond capacity. It was one of those days, the coach was at play, he was near me and he sobbed a sad story. He was waiting for a reply and I couldn’t think of one. I was scared of losing the role, the coveted position that made me realize how much I can be loved and cared, I didn’t want to lose it for not having an answer. “There definitely ought to be a way”, I thought. Then I decided to spin a story. That was day one and boy, did I tell a tale. I conquered and kept conquering the tale till I saw hope in his eyes and till today I have no clue if he believed me. But the tale made no enemies, he returned with a smile assuring me of success. Some still today think that I helped him; not really, to be honest he helped m...

Ahh...the agony of wait will never be over. He sensed the dampness in the air and felt relieved. His purity is being revived. Beyond sight, there lay the faces that once adored his presence. No day passed without words being exchanged and laughs shared. Every day had a story, a new story that none got bored of. The anticipation of a new story exhausted the night and the anxiety of the climax shortened the lumber. Nights seemed short and days too long. The pulse of the rhythm played at night and that of the despair saw the day. It always started out with one which soon increased in count. Time lost track of its seconds and fun crept along for hours. Some bid goodbye and left for abodes of shelter while others shed their clothes to feel the breeze. Some filled their stomachs with food yet others protested their presence. But none could resist the temptation of the gold; they filled their treasures with all they could carry. Friends and foes were made at gold. Hea...