Every Step Forward
The interdepartmental matches had ended a few days ago, but the wound of that loss felt fresh—as though it happened just yesterday. My mood was like when you come home after doing something, and everyone just looks at you and says, “What, again?” Disappointment was everywhere. The class probably went on as usual, but I swear, everyone’s mind was still stuck on that football field. Maybe I was in my third class, sitting in my usual front-right seat, gazing out the window at the tennis court, thinking: How many more times am I going to lose? First the elections, then the departmental games... will I ever get a shot to prove myself? Or am I just going to pass out of this college wearing the label of a loser? No, not that easily. There was still the inter-college tournament left. But when? That was anyone’s guess. All I had was hope... and a stubborn resolve that I wouldn’t let this chance slip by. Just then, the college’s Sports Physical Director and History HOD walked into the classr...