Fight fight and fight....

Fight.. fight and fight..


As kids we all fight.. even I had some fights of my own..

But I always remember this one.. It was a Saturday.. I always want to play on Saturday and Sunday as days like these comes only once in a week..

"Come on.. it already late..." it was a desperate me shouting at my friend. It was a cool Saturday we are on our way to ground to play cricket.. It was a time cricket was not only a passion but my life..

"Look today I am going to bat first.. and I will bat like Sachin today.."It was my friends brother.. happily seated on a bicycle..
Trust me, had he remained at the crease for the second ball that was indeed a big deal...

All of a sudden someone held my friends bicycle and pulled his brother down..

"what do you want" he asked in a state of shock
thud!!! came a punch in reply..There was no talking only action.. pure actions...

Seeing his brother getting roughed up
In a wild tone "My anna is a super man..Don't mes with him" it was his never relenting brother..and to his surprise.. the superman was receiving blows after blows...

Without knowing how to react I was standing like a statue.. a fellow kicked my cycle.. and knocked me down...I decided... it is better to give a first short than getting it...

I clenched my fist and with my full might, gave a good blow.. right on to his jaws..

There was a cry of pain that brought me back to sense... I opened my eyes only to see a room completely dark... and to add to my horror the cousin who slept beside me is now lying on the floor and bawling in pain..

with out knowing how to react.. I switched on the light and gave him a smile..That was the most awkward thing to do at that moment..

All my cousin brother did was he slept at a safe distance.. that is out of my arms reach

Even today... when I think of fight,, this is the first thing that comes into my mind..I feel so sorry for my cousin...even now..