Kill

She looked straight ahead. Focused. Calming her mind with a deep breath. She looked down. Again, she focused. Brought to mind her purpose. Simple! Strike! Straight ahead!

She picked up her stick with determination!

That’s what she had trained for!

Those long gruelling hours.

Just one goal!

To hit with conviction!

To hit without a doubt!

To hit such that nobody could stop!

She prepared herself. She could feel the pricks of a hundred eyes on her. She determinedly switched that off.

It was now between her and her Divine mentor.

The one opportunity she might never get again.

She recalled being ridiculed, made fun of, mocked! What can a mere girl do… ha! ha! ha!

Her eyes narrowed to focus better!

She recalled the hushed whispers… it was a girl…  we had no choice…   she had to die…  can’t afford another girl!

She took her stance! She relaxed her body and her mind!

Now to go for the kill!

She felt the blessings of her Mother and swung her stick, just as she had trained a million times! With controlled breathing, she brought her arm down with precision and made contact! The ‘thwack’ was resounding before the uproar… ‘You killed it!’

The roar, the applause, was incredible!

She looked heavenwards and kissed her stick, one more to her name! They ran towards her, she smiled as she was lifted up and thrown into the sky! The joy was insurmountable!

The women hockey team had won the match after years and carved their way into the semifinals of the Olympics! Killer of a story for all!