The Race
The muddy spikes firmly dug,the limestone scattered loosely along the ground,sweat dripping from the temple,the head making movements down and then steadily up towards the finishing line."On your marks," Avik steadily comes to position with his torso nearly 45 degrees to the horizontal,"get ,set ...," he knows this is his last chance,"GO!" Like other years this year too it was the annual sports day at school.Avik has the responsibility of winning for his team.150m,200m and 400m has been completed.He could not clinch the gold in any of them.Aspirations were high.His Dad who has coached him for the past years keenly observing.The teachers and his classmates very disappointed with the performance.This is the last chance.A win is must for his team to score the maximum points.He can never face his dad if he loses. The 100m race has begun.It was not the perfect start he would have liked to have.He was lacking concentration.His start was very late.Almost half