I still wonder why people hate a pugilist. Its a disgusting fact that people welcome a boxer whenever he wins a medal otherwise they don’t even bother to look after them. People always believed that I am an unlucky person or I am not a lucky charm. I still remember those days when everyone used to stay away from me .Even my family members never showed faith and trust in me. Even Esha failed to understand me as a result of which we broke up.Apart from these factors,I was obsessed with one thing. It could not be washed away from my mind.I concentrated on my daily routine and a 2 hour compulsory boxing practice. It has taught me various things that my parents didn’t.
Every one applauded and there was scope for a hope.Now people knew my name .Very few people supported me.That was the day I was seeing her for the first time.As the referee raised my hands to indicate me as the winner,I could see a big smile on her face. She had an angelic and a magical face.I could not let my eyes off her. I could only see her lovely Voilet eyes.I could see my Esha back in her form.I wanted to talk to her.I was not in a hurry.Her smile said it all.
After seeing her face,I felt that there was a sudden rise in my energy level,just because I liked her.Now I was eagerly waiting for the next 2 rounds to start.May be there was a sudden increase in Adrenaline .Now,I was excited.
(To be cont….)