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The win (55 fiction)

ETA: This post won the "Honorable mention award" for the #55wordchallenge2014 for #weekfifteen . Truly a win for me too as it was my first attempt at the challenge. Check out the winner and overachiever for the same challenge here.

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Tushar pedaled through the night as the cycling finalist to cross inter-state boundaries.  Exhilaration set in, not when he crossed the finish line at dawn break, but when he spotted the lone red telephone booth and placed the first call to his expecting wife.

“Congrats!” said Richa "It’s a girl."

“I've truly won!” gushed Tushar.

Word count:55
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This is a  post written in response to the55 Word Challenge and uses the three picture prompts below.All pictures are copyright of the 55 Word Challenge



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  1. awwwww yessssssss we need many many such men who feel that way towards a daughter being born..

    lovely story


    Bikram

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    1. Surely, Bikram, we do! and thanks :-)

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  2. Nice one Uma! You're on a roll ;)

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    1. haha, Aparna..I roll and come to a grinding halt, so it's good to roll after a long while ;-) Thanks :-)

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  3. Many more Tushars into this world and this society will be a better place to live in. Can gauge his happiness.

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    1. We can hope for a better future, no? thanks, Kalpana for dropping by!

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  4. Beautiful job on combining the prompts, Uma :)

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    1. Glad you liked it, Shailaja, and thanks for directing me towards this :-)

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  5. that was heart warming..he truly won :)

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    1. thank you, Red handed. Glad you liked it! :-)

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  6. touching story,that's really a victory

    my entry : my entry Lucky Coin

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    1. thanks, Cifar! and welcome here.

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  7. Awesome win for the guy :) A good take on the prompt.

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  8. That's a heartwarming one, Uma. Truly a win for him! :)

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    1. Thanks, Shilpa. Glad you liked it! :-)

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