Every piece is born to play in a game of chess.
You castle... You trespass... You invade.
Promoting pawns... Killer Knights... Crossing Bishops... Twisted Queens... Bounded Kings... and Check Mate!
What makes them move that way ?
Read the manual...
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"My father, my hero, my idol."
'I want to be like him when I grow up,' a whimsical wish of a 6 year old, an open pawn, when asked 'Who is your hero ?'
Because in my utopian misery, when cornered to one side, all I could see was an ardent toiler. Day in, day out. Shoulder to shoulder in frontline. Alongside the others... service workers, nurses, doctors and patients.
A man with stomach of steel... not one to cut into wounds but could observe trashing traumas in harmony with the healers.
'He cultivated my nerves of steel.' An impersonator to his parent... I desired to be like him.
Devoted
Never caring about his own sweaty hands that flipped through mountains of rocky reports.
With numbers and tallies I could never comprehend but could gauge, meant the world to him. A legacy he built with his own callouses.
'Someday it shall be yours!' He glistened with pride with his hopeful promises... surging me with a desire to step into his shoes.
Dedicated
Never caring about his red sleepy eyes that softened when he looked at me. Tucking me in my bed in the dead of the night when he thought I was already fast asleep.
My midnight-protector, warding away the monsters under my bed... or in my closet.
Protective
Never caring about his parched pursed lips that smiled a rare smile... So seldom that it might have been a myth. An imprint of which, I felt like a wisping lullaby on my forehead as he whispered 'I love you very much my beta.'
Words a macho man like him would never utter in broad daylight, though I never understood why.
Loving
A man I looked up to, his silhouette was my future mould.
