Vanishing Truth
It was a day of jubilation and celebration. We cried and yelled with happiness at the back of the luxury bus which was heading towards Chinnaswami Stadium. Our happiness was built on the prospect of meeting the cricket stars of Indian Premier League. My dad, mum and friends were there with me. The five hours of the journey passed with the speed of five minutes. At last we were in the stadium, just behind the VIP lounge...there was a lot of hue and cry when Veeru, Virendar Sewag walked to the crease from the pavilion. I gazed at him with admiration. He made a brilliant innings with hundred and two runs. As he returned from the ground, in my excitement I ran towards him. On seeing me running towards him he stopped for a minute. The guards were trying to stop me. But I successfully evaded them and reached near my much admired Indian hero. He extended his hand for a hand shake........ “Rashid, what is this? Are you not going to the school today? You are growing lazy these day. Get up fast, it’s already 7. 30”...I heard with great dismay the voice of my mother shouting from the kitchen. Yes, it was all a vanishing truth...
Muhammed Rashid K T
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