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The Lame Champion
The Lame Champion

One patch of the bed was aglowing with the sun rays coming from the old window grill. His teardrops were damping his tie knot and his portfolio was lying ruthlessly on the side table. Tiks of the wall clock suddenly broke both kind of silence – one in his heart and one in the room. He stood up and stared his dusty image being reflected from the mirror for a minute and went to take a shower. His father in search of a newspaper crossed his room and something vaguely carved from the dust on the mirror caught his eyes; On a close view it said- “4th Time”. He smiled and went back to his closet and patted dust off from his framed picture. Then he zipped off an jute pouch which had his gold medal wrapped securely in warmth of an old newspaper cutting which had an headline- “The Champion Breaks world record and won Gold medal in 400m Race”. Hobbling quickly to the living room he...