The War
He was all sweaty, sweat dripping from his forehead as if a tap was left open. His eyes were going red, he was breathing heavy.He folded his sleeves up. He was talking to himself. He was reciting his plan.his eyes were grounded. He knew he had all the wishes backing him up. He looked up, there were another few rushing up towards him, eyes in eyes with a formidable glare. He too returned the pleasantries. He shouldered them, shrugged them. Rushed through them. He felt as if he was scratched at his arms. He prayed, he thought about all the good time he had spent. And finally the struggle he went through reaped him fruits. He got what he was fighting for. The ultimate prize. A seat in the DELHI METRO.Now he could breathe in the cool air flowing through the AC Vents. As he sat ,there were envious eyes looking at him cursing him for the good luck he had got. And he was all smiles for the luck he was going through. P.S : This post is dedicated to all the Daily commuters of Delhi Metro. P.S