My lesson, my vacation

I fractured my leg. It feels awful; the pain is immense and cannot be explained easily. It was all during the game of soccer; I was already very excited about the match and was looking real forward to that match, after all it was our family’s match. Such kind of football event was a rare and totally a new thing for us. Everything was managed by my elder brother and in fact he was the overall coordinator and a captain too. We were already down in our earlier match against a local team of a region located in the heart of Bhutan. Every member of our family was disappointed with our earlier match and had also lost the determination and faith towards the game. But we were ready and at the corner of our heart and mind, somewhere deep down we believed that we can overcome them. With that hidden and fragile hope we went to the football ground where we were going to have our match played.

The football ground was dry and dusty as every ground would be during time of harsh winter. Upon reaching the ground to our loss and their benefit the opponents were reloaded with better players and a new goalie too. At that very moment, yes that very moment. I could see in my team’s faces and eyes, the fragile hope that we earlier had had reached at the edge of a height whereby it could fall any time. We lost our hope. Nevertheless, we didn’t lose our hopes completely and tried our best to hold it. I personally believe that whenever the opponent is of tougher ones the match ultimately turns out to be of interesting and full of surprises.

‘Whew’ went the whistle and the match started. We played and most of the people wouldn’t believe I scored two consecutive goals due to a fabulous assist contributed by my uncle. We lead for some time and were leveled by the mighty opponent. To our disguise, not very soon after the draw, the opponent scored a unique goal from a free kick and up they went. We were not done yet, we played and tried our best to keep our family’s pride and name. From a corner that we won, a very high flying ball came in between me and the opponent’s goalie. At that very moment all I thought was hat trick and I jumped and stretched my neck as far as it went, there was an inch gap between my forehead and the ball. I saw it and continued but, after that all I could remember was I was on the ground crying. I had twisted my ankle and fractured one of my leg. The game was then there stopped and off I went to hospital which offered me some injections and plaster on my right leg. Through this experience I learned that things never goes the way we think and I also knew what the real pain is.