Win or Lose

By Aaradhya Sinha

It sounds so plain. One walks with glory, one with pain. Yet both had fire in their chest.  Both bled through hell. Both gave their best.

The winner hears the crowd’s loud cheer. The loser fades without a name. But didn’t he pour heart and soul? Didn’t he chase the same goal? Why must we praise the one who wins, and shame the one who breaks, as if his path held no weight, as if his fall was sealed by fate?

But winning isn’t about lights or gold. It’s having arms when nights get cold. It’s food that waits on someone’s plate, not silent rooms and empty fate. It’s not about the prize or stage, but who stays through your every age, the ones who see your cracked disguise and still choose you without the lies.

Winning isn’t about medals and trophies. It’s about people who care for 'him' and not for what’s 'his'. And in that case, we are all losers

By Aaradhya Sinha