Micro Stories #3
The dimly lit rooms and the small dingy lanes.
Suddenly seemed like her past life.
Today she had come to that slum, as a celebrity.
To do her bit for charity.
His classmates hooted and cheered.
The dominating boy jeered.
Yes… surprises come in small packages.
What the thin,weak looking boy did ,was a delight to watch.
The class bully, had finally met his match.
“Cut” ! ..called the director .
Confidently ,to her vanity she walks away.
It had become a habit for her now..
To give the shot, one take okay.
Futile was scoring a century, in his maiden match .
When she did not turn up ,in the stands, to watch.
The thunderous applause from the audience , at the award function.
Faded in the background though.
He had ears only for the gentle claps of someone special , seated in the first row.