The Stories

The Near Brushes…

There were different situations criss-crossing all over his mind. He saw those scenarios and at times he was pushed to have pity on himself. He was placing a heavy burden on himself and the thought of succumbing to the pressure is frightening. He played along the verge of collapse…

If he relents, it would deal a big blow to him. The rued chances would be a constant addition to his pain. He was experiencing first hand his own doing. He managed to become an active target and they were all focused on him. He was being attacked in every possible way and the threat was becoming real…

He was still in there in spite of all and so there was hope for a lifeline. Those were the battles of his stature. If only they knew, he thought to himself. This also helped him figure out a few things. He can manage because it is the way it is for him and only him. He simply can’t be compared; no one else can foot the bill…

The attacking forces are really powerful. They come with all their might – proof of the daunting task that lay ahead. They throw in their hits and they manage to get a considerable number of clean shots. He is greatly affected but the subsequent recovery always comes with its gifts…

He remains on the path of affliction bound with some moments of pleasure as well. He looks forward to a fulfilling ultimate result. This is all the while as he faces the near brushes…

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