He believed in complete honesty, (with himself and to a large extent with others). He was probably his harshest critic and tortured himself at the slightest mistake of his.
He chose to sideline his achievements, knowing that he had to make them a habit.
He was a very bad loser, He didn't take loss with a sporting spirit. He attributed his losses to his own mistakes and his victories to his adversaries'.
He grossly underestimated himself but always sought to magnify the strengths of his nemeses.
He was a very bad actor, One just had to look into his eyes to know his frailties. But then he always knew acting wasn't his forte.
He hated lethargy and more so ever people who promulgated lethargy. He always believed dereliction of duty in any form was a capital crime, treason.
He had a love and hate relationship with God. He never quite understood the word Faith. He deemed it to be the weakness of Men.
He never quite understood why he loved Solitude and Darkness. They had been his soul mates perchance through the passage of time.
His patience was ever tested, but he had learnt to live with it.
He had his Achilles Heel but so far he had it well concealed.
Then arrived the Storm, and it knew precisely where to strike
He was absolutely devastated, no chance at all.
He hung dearly with one thread which was slowly giving away, The Storm certainly knew how to make good sport out of him.
He hangs on till today ...........
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