December 2, 2009

A Battle Lost, is Another’s Victory

It was that time of the year again, when the world was engrossed in festive and revelry. It was the time of the year he spurned. The world draped in silver and adorned with resplendent ornamentations sparkled. Despite the dreary gloom cast by the gray sky, the incandescent smiles on elated faces rekindled the milieu.

Throughout the year, his hands to mouth existence did not perturb him. It was this time of the year when his compunctions and frailties confronted him. Inspite of striving hard, he had failed to give his ‘Little Angel’ what she wished for. Every year she hoped for a Christmas with a garnished Christmas tree and presents in a sock, and was disheartened. Today, on Christmas-Eve, perched on a quarantined bench, he prayed .. for a way.. to bestow his ‘Little Angel’ with the joys she deserved and coveted.
A tall, young man in a beige suit strolled down the archaic and bygone path. Bemused and flustered, he sat on the other end of the bench. Despite the icy evening breeze, droplets of sweat trickled down his brow. Few minutes later, he walked away abruptly. On the bench lay a chestnut leather bag. The bag was rammed with wads of banknotes and a card, on which with golden letters was carved a name and address. 

The forthright and righteous him was compelled to deliver the bag where it belonged. But his paternal instincts were transcendent. The euphoric gleam in her shallow eyes would be priceless. His prayers had been answered, a path had unfolded, to tread or not was his choice. His heart delivered the verdict. Tonight, for once, his ‘Little Angel’ would have the Christmas she wished for. On this day of Christ, his inner demons had taken over him.
He was baffled. He had never traded his values for corporeal contrivances. Abdication could cost him his career, but ceding to their demands would mean forfeit of his morals. He accumulated the cash in a leather bag and set off. With a tormented and oblivious head on his shoulders, he meandered away. He was battling his inner demons. Lost in scuffle, he walked away from a bench, forgetting his bag. When realization struck, he smiled and reckoned, perhaps the choice was made for him. On this day of Christ, he had evaded his inner demons.

One man’s lost battle, is another man’s victory :)

Word Count: 399


  1. very nice story..

    i love the observation in the true..

  2. Beautiful story! In life you always face these inner demons and you have to fight with them hard!!

  3. You completely took me in with the writing! Beautiful! :)

  4. I think you have quite many deep thoughts in there. Will have to read it again to comprehend it comprehensively.

  5. @ Shraddha : Thanks.. I like the moral too.
    @ Pra : Yes the inner demons are a reality each one of us faces everyday.
    @ Guria : Thanks a lot.. I love your wiriting too.
    @ Varun : There are thoughts hidden behind everything.. I know not deep or not :) Thanks!!
    PS: Thank you everyone for your appreciation. This is my first time here.. so your comments are really encouraging.

  6. hmmm..story justifies the title vry well..nice work.... :)

  7. This is very very good!! :)
    LOved it West Wind :)

  8. oh super cool
    wt the heck? you new here?? ste juniors ki ragging kab le??

    lols...nice write...loved reading it...

  9. nice..."his inner demons had taken over him"... how often that happens to us..and how rarely do we acknowledge them

    :D Cheers!

    hey varun...

    you don't have to get down to explaining the possibilities...we are all writers here...much appropriately... we thrive on creating the unreal and forcing it down upon the rest of the world as reality...

    but then again...think about it...even in a fit of rage...what person would say 'kill yourself anyway' to a dying man... i'm not saying it isn't possible... just that to your readers it has to seem probable

    but then i guess since it's a cut out version, it would seem more in context in its original version. my text turned out to be 1500 words, and when i cut it down it didn't have anything of substance left!

    anyway...happy writing!



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