The clock had barely struck six, when Raghu returned home. Sinking into sofa, he dumped laptop bag by his side with much anguish.
‘Something not right. Performance pressure can be killing’, thought Appa*, as he winded up game of solitaire.
“Coffee?”, asked Appa, patting Raghu’s mop.
Piping hot filter coffee, failed to cheer up Raghu as he dispassionately gulped it.
“Lets play tic-tac-toe. You loved playing it in younger days” mentioned Appa, to strike a conversation.
Appa drew grid and asked “X or O?”
With no response from Raghu, Appa took the lead.
“Cross for you, goes well with your mood”, he joked.
In less than a minute, Appa drew a line completing the sequence of O’s.
“Life is a game, Raghu. Know how to win it. It will throw challenges to you. Treat them as opportunities to gauge your strength. Circumstances will push you in corner. It’s time to assess your resourcefulness to find the ways out. You may think that it’s nadir. Assure yourself, this too shall pass”, concluded Appa in comforting tone.
*Appa means Father in Southern India and elder brother in Maharashtra, India
Word Count: 175
Linking this post to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – 175th Challenge by PricelessJoy.
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