the true heir (2/4)

From the rooftop, the view of city lights and their struggle to glitter let the boy slip into unconsciousness.

Five stories below, where the conversations are still alive…

“You are a terrible father, Sanjay” she was in a bad mood, “How could you allow our only son to drink such terrible things…”

“He made it out of the college. He deserves it.” He tried to convince her.

“Did we ?”

“What ?”

“Did we got that enjoyment when we are of his age…?”

“Are you unhappy that no one offered you a drink…”

“Look, my point is that the discipline is essential for everyone.”

Sanjay walked out of the kitchen and switched the channel to watch sports.

“Stupid cricket.” her mother almost snapped for missing her serial.

Cricket is a point of relief in Sanjay’s organized life. The moments of his youth came alive to him at the sound of the commentary.

 

….His thoughts brought him the memorable defeat of a local match by 5 runs at the age of 13. He was the last batsmen amongst the batting order. He knows that confidence of batsmen is an essential feature, especially when the team is down by 5 wickets and needs 26 runs in next six overs. He remembered how the seniors congratulated him for a tough fight. But one of them came near him and said,

“Keep playing. But never think that some praise will do any good to you.”

….His fifteenth birthday came up and no one in the neighborhood plays a game without him. He became well-known to play strokes with an impeccable timing.

An excerpt from the local newspaper,

….in the five-day test match. The Seventeen-year-old boy padded up and saved the day for the local team. He survived two days of severe bowling attack from the opposition. It wasn’t exactly a batting friendly ground when the pitch helps the ball to swing yet the determination of the boy has finally won. After a long battle, he looked happy and surely, very much exhausted….

….He went to play at the district level and a player like him couldn’t avoid the ‘Mr.classy’ nicknames.

His name went rounds to list in the Dileep trophy.

Yet Sanjay’s life was never a walk in the park. It is in the winter that a ball crushed his fingers and was unable to lift them for three months. It was even painful when he found that he can’t play the game without the doubt to risk his health. Past is beautiful when the pain he has felt mean something.

“why do you even see this stuff…?” His mother interrupted his thoughts just as ever.

He was no stranger to her irritation,

“How’s that sticks and bats of yours would give us any food, beta.”

“We pay for your school and you roam around…”

“You got no responsibility, Sanjay.”

Next morning,

He took a leave of absence from the office and decided to spend the whole day with his son. Sanjay knows that his son wants to be an author yet living in a fantasy of a lie. Upon the first hour of their ride, neither of them spoke a word.

One from a drowsy night and the other for an enlightened future.

 

-Cont’d

-Thank you for reading…

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