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Hi this is for the first time i am writing something of this stature.More than a novel,this is my attempt to understand human mind and behaviours.Please feel free to post yours comments... View table of contents...


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Submitted:May 11, 2009    Reads: 99    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


In a room, surrounded with the exitement, tension, joy and disappointment of an ongoing football match, there were a pair of silent eyes, which were blinking less than others, carefully monitering the proceedings, for him it was just a football match. Man U was leading by 1 goal, and the game was in it's last moments.Man U was on a verge of lifting the title, and group of friends who have assembled at a common friend's place, were gearing up to shout on the top of their voices. 5 minutes later, match was over, the hands which were exchanging hi-fies, were on the head, there was huge lull, in a crowded room, because Man U lost the game in the closing moments. Barcelona, from no where managed score 2 goals in last 4 minutes. The faces which were glowing with smile, were sullen with loss. But in between, all the these common reactions, there was one face, who beeming with joy, thoe he remained silent, but his heart have thrown a big party inside, and all his organs were dancing to a victory bigule.

Sam, was a frustrated bank employee by profession, was an impulsive gambler, he relied on his instincts, which were always accurate. Most of his predictions about the matches were always right. Satisfied with the results, Sanjay was returning home, when he heard a pleasent voice. " You know how to win", he turned around and saw a beautiful lady, flaunting her body, was standing and staring at him. He replied, who are you. She said, you know me, but he always ignored me, but I was waiting for the right moment and today is the day, when we should recognize each other. Thoe, he was trying to maintain some distance from her, but in his deep secret heart, he knew that he was getting seduced."What do you want", she replied " I want us to work together".."In which way", "What work you want". She remained silent with a wooden expression, and after a minute awashed a mysterious smile. "I will tell you soon", I will meet you, here at same time, "till than goodnight". She turned around and start walking, as he stood still, after moving few steps, she turned around, and in a mystic way said " Think about me Champion".

That night, he went to bed not to sleep, but to replicate, each and every event which took place, the image of the lady, her incredible dusky figure, black hair, sappy lips and white fog which was constantly released from the channel of white stick, which was in her head. Although, he was good in judging girls, but that is only, when he applies in his mind, that stature captured every rythm of his heart.

Next night, he was dressed as if, he was on date, more than exited he was nervous, as she was compelling him to come out of his comfort zone. He slowly marched, towards the path which stored some unsolved questions for him.

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