Unanticipated

“What is the point in playing, when I can anticipate the other’s moves?”

He often smiled in a derogatory manner, watching his siblings play. Twelve years later, he applauded in the audience, as his closest rival and twin brother received the National Award for his book.

The rows and columns had been extended on all sides, and the platform was widened. It only needed a vision, which he himself lacked in his teenage years and later.

The winner of the award hugged him after the event.

“There’s always space for you, Bro. I will let you circle the last row. I need a filmmaker to convert this book into a movie, and nobody can do it better than you.”

He sure hadn’t anticipated this generosity.

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