Planet Scribble

Quite boring topic, isn't it? Well for me, sure… Then what the urge to write about failure, hmm don't know exactly but I am feeling a bit low today and I want to scribble something and the thing strike this devil mind is "The taste of failure"  Why failure has a taste though, why it is not just come and go, why it has to be dilute into the nerves of person; but no its the superpower of failure that it will not leave you so soon, it will make you feel low, feel guilt and moreover it will mark a question on you and your esteem and what you can do that moment, just go straight along the path not knowing where. How does it feel when you have left behind by miles when other drifted apart; how does it all take to face that person who suggested you earlier and now if you face them, they feel it is their mandatory right to lecture you about their future vision and your responsibilities; how does it seems hard to tell your parents that you are faile...

Alok was an ordinary lad of age 11, simple, studious, naughty or whatever you can think of a boy of this age. It was his daily routine to wake up in morning, school classes, homework time, playtime etc. But one day life has planned to give a surprise to him, it was evening play time, he was playing with his friends and younger sister and brother in park, meanwhile children from other colony came there and started to play along with them also. It was not so strange as it happen often, Alok was also busy with playing, suddenly his younger brother started arguing with other guy over some issue of ball, don’t know what, later on turning to be a big quarrel. Alok just took side of his brother as usual, started fighting with that guy seriously. Meanwhile the other boy punched hard him on to face then Alok started punching him hard into his stomach, harder and harder, one shot and the boy was lying on the ground. Alok ran away with his friends and siblings not knowing what had happene...