The touch in goal game.
After returning back from school,as i reached my home,my mother said go change your dress and wash your hand and legs,and bring your those stinky shocks. As i don't need to exchange dress because on the way to home i used to take off my uniforms one by one on each junctions. The only one thing remained was the paints. After freshen up i looked for snacks there was popcorn on a plate with the ghundhruk pickle.I ate the pickle first and put all of the popcorn on three pockets of my paints and run straight to our playing ground. There were my brother and his friends, some of my friends playing touch in goal game,the most played game in our village after the cowboy and the aliens. I sat in one corner and watched other play.After some time one kids mom called him and he returned back and i joined for his substitute. As as we were playing,one slapped me on my cheek and said touch, my cheek were as red as an apple and hot ad an burning coal. I offended and began to quarrel with my brothers friend for that hit. You bastard why you hit me,when you just have to touch huh?you son of a bitch.He then begins to beat me as he was senior than me there was no chance of mine to gave a good revenge. There was my brother looking all of this,i thought he would come and defend me but as he appear and pulls me off and gave a blasting slap and said why you have to quarrel with him hum,if you don't know how to play go home or watch other play,and one more slap on my next cheek.Tears flew through my both eyes i cried.and everybody laughed.that was an awkward moment for which i could never forgive my own brother,i cried more thinking why didn't he offend me,i was a poor child i could do nothing than to sit and cry.Nobody came to cheer up me.that day i hated my brother than the other kid who slapped me.I thought is this my real brother? Rather offending me took the other kids side and didn't embrace me in front of all,this thing grow so deep that i could feel the strange feel on my heart.I was not going to forgave him for this act.and i returned back home wiping my tears.
After returning back from school,as i reached my home,my mother said go change your dress and wash your hand and legs,and bring your those stinky shocks. As i don't need to exchange dress because on the way to home i used to take off my uniforms one by one on each junctions. The only one thing remained was the paints. After freshen up i looked for snacks there was popcorn on a plate with the ghundhruk pickle.I ate the pickle first and put all of the popcorn on three pockets of my paints and run straight to our playing ground. There were my brother and his friends, some of my friends playing touch in goal game,the most played game in our village after the cowboy and the aliens. I sat in one corner and watched other play.After some time one kids mom called him and he returned back and i joined for his substitute. As as we were playing,one slapped me on my cheek and said touch, my cheek were as red as an apple and hot ad an burning coal. I offended and began to quarrel with my brothers friend for that hit. You bastard why you hit me,when you just have to touch huh?you son of a bitch.He then begins to beat me as he was senior than me there was no chance of mine to gave a good revenge. There was my brother looking all of this,i thought he would come and defend me but as he appear and pulls me off and gave a blasting slap and said why you have to quarrel with him hum,if you don't know how to play go home or watch other play,and one more slap on my next cheek.Tears flew through my both eyes i cried.and everybody laughed.that was an awkward moment for which i could never forgive my own brother,i cried more thinking why didn't he offend me,i was a poor child i could do nothing than to sit and cry.Nobody came to cheer up me.that day i hated my brother than the other kid who slapped me.I thought is this my real brother? Rather offending me took the other kids side and didn't embrace me in front of all,this thing grow so deep that i could feel the strange feel on my heart.I was not going to forgave him for this act.and i returned back home wiping my tears.
