AN INGLORIOUS DEFEAT

There are certain moments in life which we would like to shift delete from our past and flush out of our memories. I was struck with one such nightmare that day. When dreams were punctured and belief was fiddled with.  My seniors found a capable goalkeeper in me and being picked for the sports-fest came as a pleasant surprise. I did a fairly decent job to prove my worth. Our team cruised into the finals and then began the long 50 mins, moments that would keep me haunting for the rest of my life. An overleap that had bitter consequences, the one which I wish I could obviate.
                                                        The match flitted into it's 45th minute when an insidious shoot from the left flange popped in. I jostled for the ball with my own defender and under utter confusion it went past to a player who was in a lurk to convert such a sitter. Our hearts broken and a vibe of dismal loomed on our faces. We were doomed and down by 2 goals to 1 when the final whistle marked an end to an year long coveted fascination. I had no audacity to face my team-mates. Boiling spirits and amplified hopes, all came down to a subtle disbelief. I then realized what it really took to be a hero and that a lot is at stake in this pool of spectators. Where deliverance fetches triumph and failure seeks disapproval.