The palms were getting sweatier by the minute. This was not the time to let them slip through the fingers. If there was ever a time to pull off that ace up my sleeve, now was it. We were both running out of options and this would definitely be the knockout blow. Eyes locked on each other we focussed to see who would blink first.
But wait! The first move wasn’t mine to make. Those were the rules. So I was left pondering my options. Anticipating a move is the hardest thing. The wait seemed arduous. Add to it, it was a family feud. Which meant that we each knew the other’s strengths and weaknesses.
What was he going to pull off? Would he bring his experience of the bouts to the fore? Is he flexing those biceps yet? I hope he does not use the reach to intimidate me. I had the massive shoulders and chest to bulk it up if needed but height was not my forte. Hope he does not lash the belt out yet. In some circles it wasn’t considered fair but again this was within the family. Bragging rights were up for grabs. This was as raw as it could get.
And then he made his move. Ever so perceptibly he made the call.
Chests fifty two inches clash. I knew I had him by the jugular now. Abdullah fifty six inches clash! And yelled out I did as my brother disappointed chucked the rest of the cards away. I had yet again emerged the best player in this version of the game!
P.S. : Watched a fight on TV last night after a fairly long time. Brought back all those memories!
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Hey! Remember the preparatory days leading to the sports day? Those days we had to stay in the field all day. These cards used to be all the rage then.
Thinking about the school days somehow brings with it an overwhelming nostalgia these days!
I have a Crown, i.e., Jerry "The King Lawler. That's five cards you lost. And that's the bottom line because Stone Cold said so!
Vert nice post. Loved the narration and the build up. Write more often.
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