Sunday, 10 April 2016

This time

This time .The present . In your face . Overwhelming. Right here. Nowhere to run. So, you wipe your sweaty palms on your denims and walk ahead . Take a deep breath , face the audience and wish you were dead.
This time , you shall give a rocking speech. Record shattering . Ground breaking.
Not the soggy little whimpering monologue of last time .
Already , you see mocking faces in the crowd, teetering on the verge of a guffaw. Damn .
Then you saw me . I was wishing so hard for you to see me . You smiled nervously, and I smiled encouragingly back.
You straightened your shoulders, took out your spectacles and your notepad , cleared your throat. A good sign.
Then you began. I relaxed in my seat. I knew, this time you had nailed it.

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