as the ears went deaf to the crowd wailing and cursing in the stadium and the veins burnt as they pumped blood, he launched himself in the air. higher than the hands trying to pull him down, higher than every sarcasm thrown upon him, higher than every agony he suffered to reach here and higher than the higher truth.
at age 13, he was diagonized with a very rare syndrome that makes the whole nervous system awry. by the age 14, he couldn't catch a ball or write his home work. by the age 15, he understood the gravity of the problem and the things he could never do in life. but when he thought it couldn't be worse, it did. by the age of 16, he started walking like a drunkard coming out of a whore-house. and by 17, he was on wheel-chair. his friends depleted and his mother was went into depression. his coward of a father left his job and his family, and shifted somewhere upstate in the search of solace that was unattainable near a depressed woman and weirdly handicapped teen.
as he stormed out of the room with his bags and baggage and she stood there numb, her broken posture supported with a wall behind her, he found within himself a surge of power, like never before, to get up and hold her. to help someone stand who did not run away, while she could have, just because she still believes in the bond of love. that is when he dreamed of one day. and that is today. at the age of 18.
he scored. and the national baskeball trophy belonged to his school. the team surged towards him and within seconds he was in air again, but this time not because of his trained limbs but the proud shoulders of his team-mates. he shushed them, and found a circle of them. the whole howling turned down to perplexed susurrus. it seemed like the top scorer of the series was to execute something he had been planning for years.
the circle broke into people, and all of them aligned facing the row where his mother was sitting, with tears in eyes and tissues in hand. and all of them knelt infront of the real champion.
at age 13, he was diagonized with a very rare syndrome that makes the whole nervous system awry. by the age 14, he couldn't catch a ball or write his home work. by the age 15, he understood the gravity of the problem and the things he could never do in life. but when he thought it couldn't be worse, it did. by the age of 16, he started walking like a drunkard coming out of a whore-house. and by 17, he was on wheel-chair. his friends depleted and his mother was went into depression. his coward of a father left his job and his family, and shifted somewhere upstate in the search of solace that was unattainable near a depressed woman and weirdly handicapped teen.
as he stormed out of the room with his bags and baggage and she stood there numb, her broken posture supported with a wall behind her, he found within himself a surge of power, like never before, to get up and hold her. to help someone stand who did not run away, while she could have, just because she still believes in the bond of love. that is when he dreamed of one day. and that is today. at the age of 18.
he scored. and the national baskeball trophy belonged to his school. the team surged towards him and within seconds he was in air again, but this time not because of his trained limbs but the proud shoulders of his team-mates. he shushed them, and found a circle of them. the whole howling turned down to perplexed susurrus. it seemed like the top scorer of the series was to execute something he had been planning for years.
the circle broke into people, and all of them aligned facing the row where his mother was sitting, with tears in eyes and tissues in hand. and all of them knelt infront of the real champion.
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