The Sweet Voice Of Praise

Today is Ranvijay college's annual sports day. And we all are eagerly waiting for the most awaited relay race which is about to commence. All the four teams are equally efficient. And we are eagerly waiting to see all four of them competing for the final cup. The air is already heated up with the true spirit of sporting and each team is cheering its own contestants.

With the final gun shot all four of them were pacing on the track to make their final leap towards victory. The yellow is leading and green is just a few steps behind. Purple and white are neck to neck for the cup. It's awesome to see the colors paint the scene in this fashion but even more exciting is when a step of green sweeps the cup of yellow and a lag of white steals its victory.

No one is ready to give up their right to victory that is making the fans cheer even more. With every fathoming steps of leap brings in new frills in the game shooting the adrinaline to its peak that keeps us all hauling.

And everyone knows what is on the track by the pitch, volume, and various noises that is accompanied with every move on the track. The real commentators are not on the mic but at the pavilion cheering its team. This is the fanhood.

And even though Amrita in Purple is tired, the echo of cheers pumps additional breaths in her that keeps her going till the finish line. Sakshi in Yellow, finally is leading and with an extended hand she lays her baton onto Pratima who speeds up with the final last minutes. With all her strength she zoomed through the air as if tearing it like a lioness.Only because she can hear only one voice, 'Pratima, Pratima.' Her feet refused to attend to the dilapidating call of her aching muscles, because brain is classically conditioned to only receive cheers at this time.

Highly elated and floating in high spirit she can only see the finish line a few meters ahead. She is craving to reach it but despite pacing feet and moving body her distance is not reducing. I want to see her for a few more minutes so that she could finish but she fell down just before the finish line.

Her competitors are way back, but she has no energy to get up and make it through. Even though she can see it with her open eyes, she just can't make it. Tears rolled through her eyes that gave up to open. And the vibrations of the ground communicated that the race is taken over by someone else. The cheers of the unexpected victory, was even more louder because this surprise was overwhelming. The real show of the game is fan mania all the time.