."utho jaldi" Adarsh said as he pat his cheeks, which were having slap marks.
Vishnu, who was sleeping peacefully showed no signs of waking up.
"Vishnu utho" adu called up again gently, he sprinkled some water on Vishnu's face, but Vishnu showed no signs of waking up.
Adu sprinkled some water more on Vishnu, who moved, and his eyes softened.
Vishnu sat up on the bed and the blanket and got down. He looked outside the and saw the light rays.
He realised the time, he looked at the watch in Adarsh's right hand and then looked up at his brother, who was there with plain face.
"sorry" he said in an innocent tone as his eyes welled up tears. Adarsh simply walked out of the room,
with the glass in his hand. Vishnu went towards the bathroom, taking his clothes and a towel with himself.
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In the afternoon, at school.1:03 pm
'' Alright everyone, half hour minutes to the match" the coach blowed the whistle. All the players walked u from the field and sat on the bencher, the ones wearing a white jersey towards the left
The payers with black on the right side. All the boys motioned to catch up on water, gulping it.
Whereas on the left side at the faraway benches Arnav and Vishnu sat up. Vishnu leaned his hands the back, with serious expressions on his face.
He tapped the bench and stood up, informing Arnav with his gentle tone, " mai locker room se aya"
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In the locker room
He walked toward the faculty building.
Vishnu walked in the room and closed the door with a thud. He sat on a chair and carefully removed his socks. There was no one around.
Looking at his condition, it was terrible and broken, anyone will cry.
His knee has a terrible bruises, it was huge. It was painted blue.
His calves were blue and purple from yesterday. Each stock of the buckle which hit the skin was shown. He did not even write 'shudh lekhan' today morning.
"Dard ho raha hai" he said in a hoarse voice , and tears fell on his cheeks . He started crying softly.
His knuckles were black and could barely move, felt like they were broken.
He held his leg softly.
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