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ÚLTIMO VEZ - 2


And he broke up. He was sitting under the same tree and his eyes fell on Ultimo. One glimpse of his friend painted the town red. He sprung explosively with an outburst of happiness and called out “El it's me, Vez”. But these badges of happiness shrunk into the hole of grief as Ultimo moved down without replying. Vez started chasing him. And suddenly, he fell into a pit.
Vez got wounded. He hurt himself on his head and was lying barely alive His eyes closed gently. Besides his eyelids, sighted the glimmer of his smile and reminded him of an incident.

Long ago, in the initial days of matricula, the mad duo while riding through a rasp, Vez’s toe was stuck inside the spoke of a bike and was badly hurt. The blood dripping from the toe terrified Ultimo. He tried his best to mend it. He aided the toe. The day was about to break and they walked the way to Vez’s home. As cycling proved to be more harmful to Vez, he preferred to walk. The next day with the first speak of hen Ultimo came to meet Vez. He asked Vez to come to matricula. But the previous day’s pain was enough to make him bedridden as he had to walk rest of the way. But Ultimo took a deep breath and picked him up, and carried him on his shoulders. And he anyhow managed to pick Vez for the matricula. It was later when he came to know about the wounded shoulder of Ultimo. A tear dropped down his cheek slowly but with an amiable touch. Ultimo was not able to complete a day without him and his demands now contradicted his heart’s speaks!
The tear was wiped by someone. Vez when opened his eyes saw………


                                                                                                      -Sasai Chandra Kumar

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  1. Terrific fragmentation of words with a beautiful storyline. You gonna rock the world soon. How beautifully you have rebuild the story is amazing..

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  2. Very good composition.. effective wordings.. Splendid job. Boy. # ❤️ Manoj sir

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  3. Congrats Sasi!, it was so incredible, the history goin to happen good!!, keep up and don´t leave your creativity and talent!

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  4. Extremely well worded ,expressive,lucid and unified.Loved it !God gifted..Keep it up sasai.

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