Run

Today I will win.

It was his day today. He had to prove his worth. To himself.

He knew if he failed today he would never be able to win. He had done everything right. He was wearing the right kind of shoes, the right kind of socks and most importantly the right attitude. He knew he would win today.

The moment the whistle was sounded, he began, without wasting even a fraction of a second. He had a game plan. He had decided he would take on everybody running against him, one at a time. He would beat them one by one.

But alas…he was already beginning to lose. Everyone else seemed to be stronger and faster. He looked at the guy running on the adjacent lane with rage and disgust. The guy looked back withy pretty much the same feelings. But today was his day. He had to win.

With renewed energy and determination, he ran, faster and faster, towards the finish line. It was just inches away now. The noise of the crowd began to rise. They were all cheering for him. They always did that for the winner. Just before he took the leap towards the finish line, he looked behind… he had beaten all of them. He had won! Finally.

With a broad smile on his joyous face he lifted both his hands; to keep his suitcase on the ledge over the window seat of the 8.47 Churchgate fast and sat on his well deserved position. The Number 1 position.