The day dawned to a beautiful sky - bright,sunny and pleasant; perfect weather for the final match. Ok maybe it was a little hot considering the match was happening in India. But it was a day of triumph... a day that would be etched in her memory forever. As it was the day when everything seemed to have fit in place perfectly; her dream come true. It was her dream to bring home the Cup - to experience the triumph in her heart, her soul all before she graduated out of college in a few days.
Everything that she had worked and lived for came to those 40 minutes in the middle of the afternoon.
As she prepared herself for what were going to be the most memorable & exciting moments of her life, she couldn't help feeling a bit nervous and anxious even imagining what the outcome was going to be - whether she would fail or pass, whether it would be a moment of victory or defeat,whether she would let down her team mate who is more of her friend that her colleague or make him proud to have chosen her as her partner in sharing the title... it was a feeling of questions that she wouldn't get answers for until those 40 min. were over or so she told her heart,'Everything's going to be fine. You are going to kill it. Don't fret so much.' But, obviously her heart just like everyone else's is a scary pooh, loves to imagine the worst things that could happen to her.
Finally, keeping aside all her inhibitions she got dressed and walked towards the court. Her parents had to be out of town for an important event and hence, couldn't be there to share the moments of the match with her. Her friend was there though, her team mate. All through it to support her irrespective of what the outcome maybe, they would be friends forever, she knew this once their eyes met on the court. This was the one positive thing that her heart truly believed in at that moment in spite of all the fright it was putting into her mind.
The gun shot... and she played the most memorable game of her life...
With 30 seconds left on the watch, the score was a tie, she hit her last shot and tripped to shed a drop of blood. Totally worth it as the last serve was missed by her opponents and she had what she wanted - content, satisfaction, triumph, love, call it what you may.
The crowd cheered but she couldn't hear it. All she could see was the smile on his face standing right beside her staring into her gleaming eyes . He was strangely wearing black socks for the otherwise perfectly white silhouette but that didn't occupy her mind space for then. He was coming closer by the second... their lips met...
A moment of triumph indeed... the trophy was just an additional feather in the cap.
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