Outside the auditorium, I saw my dad. I ran to him with the trophy in my hand. “Look, dad, I have won,” I shouted in excitement. He turned back to face me. What? He was my driver wearing my dad’s most favourite coat. He said, “Your father gave me this coat just a day before his death.”
I was working like a Trojan for the competition at my school. I would be the youngest celebrity, if I won. While going on stage, my dad's words rang in my ears, "Contests are like battles without bloodshed. To win, be a soldier."
Outside the auditorium, I saw my dad. I ran to him with the trophy in my hand. “Look, dad, I have won,” I shouted in excitement. He turned back to face me. What? He was my driver wearing my dad’s most favourite coat. He said, “Your father gave me this coat just a day before his death.”
3 Comments
Krystyna
28/6/2024 04:39:15 pm
Oh my, quite the unexpected ending. A real stunner of an interesting story, Paritosh.
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29/6/2024 01:44:06 pm
Thanks for the reminder about what's most important, Paritosh. Well done.
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Sue Clayton
1/7/2024 07:08:43 am
For a moment he shared the glory with his "Dad".
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