The Viper's Successor by Somsiddha Saha (ebook reader play store .txt) 📗

trainings, and he have participated in that as well as Yabusam, the practice of shooting from horseback.

Adaptation to diet was somewhat difficult to get accustomed with being an Asian. The mythical toughness of warriors are the consequences of intense workouts, 5 hours of sleep a day and two times of meal a day. The diet comprises mainly brown rice, miso soup, fish and fresh vegetables. A digression from routine could change a whole day’s contribution to work out, so with perseverance he maintained the schedule daily.

Not only donning on the men(helmet) and decking on the do(breastplate) and kote (gauntlets with bracelets) during competition and fair matches, but the body is also an armour and its upgradation is absolutely necessary. In Noijai, the open field competitions used to take place at the vicinities of temple and near the shrine, the fast-paced actions were conducted where the objective was to parry and deflect the opponent’s strike, he learned how to keep a keen observation on the opponent’s Kamae, the gesture and motions.

“Remember the enemy will improvise continuously to divert you. Its your strategy to irritate him and pretend to be weak, to turn on his arrogance. The path you’ve chosen is treacherous to reach the triumph.” His master once said.

He was unmindful for a moment. Washing his mouth, he teared off the envelope.

Manifesto

If you are reading this, I will be alive no longer on this world. I could not condemn from my sin I have committed. The nemesis rained upon me for my iniquitous and nefarious deeds. All I wanted to see you two happy, despite my loss; but alas, the almighty took you little ones too from me. I dreamed of a family where I do not want to feel the loss of my first love Deepti and not let my Rony, your Dada, to feel that too. I yearned for constant support and perfect upbringing for both of you. When Rony was born, his mother and I were over the moon. Rony spent his entire childhood was with me and Deepti, from vacations, from outings to participation in school sports, the moment was cheerful. Rony loved sports, especially football. Deepti’s Indian culinary was also great, she always used to give surprise to me and Rony with Punjabi cuisines. She was from Amritsar and we met on a medical campaign when I was 26. I fell for her, and together with Rony, we dreamt of a perfect world. Rony was the apple of our eye, and amidst my work hours we gave space to him too.

That day, when she was inflicted with cardiac arrest, was obnoxious for me. I somehow controlled myself, but Rony broke into tears and cried for 3 days. He could not stop himself, and no one was there to succour him. His inconsolable cry also made my heart shattered into pieces. But what could I do? Lying on her deathbed, she told me to take utmost care of Rony and myself. No one can stop death, and I am not an exception to that. A contributor to medical science herself died in pain. What could me more lamenting than that? Rony was in shock at her cremation, he did not utter a word. Deepti’s affection engulfed both of us and her concern was indomitable. I could somehow manage myself, but what about little Rony? What is even his age to understand what death is? At this point of time, who will take care of him like a mother? Who will pack his bags, who will feed him, who will read him bedtime stories? As a father can I fulfil the gap? I don’t think so. Deepti was everything in our life, from a caring mother, a loving wife to a contributor in medical science.

Rony’s behaviour and attitude abruptly changed from then onwards. He became more introvert, much more unmindful and suppressive. He stopped talking to me like before, his disposition towards football lessened. He just used to keep himself busy in studies. I took him to outings, movies and all, but he was a completely different man from inside. I tried to rejuvenate his excitement, his inquisitive attitude but as a father I failed to do so. I felt like Rony was not my son, in fact he is not in relation with me at all. What is a family without a mother? In spite of continuous attempt, when I was almost giving up, Suvantika, your mother came in my life. She knew my past and was compassionate about Rony too. I decided not to fall for her, but her rectitude and her concern towards Rony, I had grown infatuation towards her. She was an assistant of my lab, but who would know that she will be partner in future?  With absolute generosity she married me and raised Rony as his own son. Rony got a mothers love but sometimes I’ve seen him weep in front of Deepti’s photo.

Rony was only 13, when you came as the youngest member in our family. I realized this was the absolute moment to cherish for till I get on my deathbed, with you little ones grown up to a gentleman. Rony was happy with my decision and was in confluence with Suvantika’s caress too. His eyes gleamed when you were born, as he always wanted a little brother. I loved the amusements you had, the mischiefs you guys carried out like tom and jerry still inscribed in my heart. You guys didn’t make us realized that you brothers are from another mother. Suvantika, like Deepti loved all three of us despite the odds. You, my son is not neglected at all if you think so or still possess repulsion about me as I disappeared without telling you guys anything. Yes, I failed as a father, but my love didn’t ethered away.

The bereavement and despair, no one hears. 2020 was a year of black swan event. And God seemed not so satisfied about my happy conjugal life and my