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Rendezvous with Fate - Chapter 1
The crackling sound of his father's slap still echoed in Sarja's ears..... Although it didn't hurt externally but he was bruised internally........His father's words of calling him a rowdy and a useless character further aggravated his wounded heart..... He was still trying to figure out the mistake he had committed...... for getting to hear all those harsh words..... Why did his father fail to see the love and concern he had for him when he was arguing with his brother Damu for the way he back stabbed their father..... how much ever he tried pondering but he had no answer to that question......
He had vowed never to enter the house again...... he had had enough of it already..... as he slowly dragged himself to his corner...... the homely feeling which he felt at the corner....... never once did he feel when he was at home....... the small cupboard, his boxing gloves,table,chairs seemed to strike the right chord with him...... he never had to explain his things to them...... they were always ready to welcome him with open arms........
As he turned to see his house in the dark.... he saw the lights turned off.... which made him all the more frustrated.... he was cursing his life for the way it had turned out.... in his anger,he threw a chair away....... he was about the break the table when something stopped him from doing that........ it reminded him of his father's precious words...... as he recollected a childhood incident when his father had got him that study table.......
"Sarja ..... You have always made me proud son..... and this is a small gift for you...... always make use of this table whenever you make right decisions....."
He ran his hands on the table........ and quietly pulled one chair towards the table..... and placed his head firmly on it......... rain of tears started flowing from his eyes straining the table as he vividly recollected that one rendezvous with fate which changed the strings of his life forever........
The crackling sound of his father's slap still echoed in Sarja's ears..... Although it didn't hurt externally but he was bruised internally........His father's words of calling him a rowdy and a useless character further aggravated his wounded heart..... He was still trying to figure out the mistake he had committed...... for getting to hear all those harsh words..... Why did his father fail to see the love and concern he had for him when he was arguing with his brother Damu for the way he back stabbed their father..... how much ever he tried pondering but he had no answer to that question......
He had vowed never to enter the house again...... he had had enough of it already..... as he slowly dragged himself to his corner...... the homely feeling which he felt at the corner....... never once did he feel when he was at home....... the small cupboard, his boxing gloves,table,chairs seemed to strike the right chord with him...... he never had to explain his things to them...... they were always ready to welcome him with open arms........
As he turned to see his house in the dark.... he saw the lights turned off.... which made him all the more frustrated.... he was cursing his life for the way it had turned out.... in his anger,he threw a chair away....... he was about the break the table when something stopped him from doing that........ it reminded him of his father's precious words...... as he recollected a childhood incident when his father had got him that study table.......
"Sarja ..... You have always made me proud son..... and this is a small gift for you...... always make use of this table whenever you make right decisions....."
He ran his hands on the table........ and quietly pulled one chair towards the table..... and placed his head firmly on it......... rain of tears started flowing from his eyes straining the table as he vividly recollected that one rendezvous with fate which changed the strings of his life forever........
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