A misty balmy evening and the first weekend when I had no visitors. I take upon a journey down Thompson St and it's like talking a walk down memory lane.
I am at Washington Square "chess district" where the likes of Bobby Fischer have shown their might on 64 squares. I enter a dingy looking "village chess shop" and am overjoyed to find a lot of people pondering over their next moves.
I hang around a bit to get a scent of the air. It feels so yesterday when I was a swashbuckling chess player risen out of nowhere in a short time reaching up to the nationals. Spending all my free time playing chess was but natural to me. I guess it was in the genes...
Satisfied with the inital reconnaissance, I'm all ready to play. I get heads-on with a guy playing a 10 minute match. I haven't touched a chess clock in years... it takes only a few minutes until I lose myself amidst the pieces, it seems I've started living my past life.
Many more wins and a stray loss here and there later, I'm ready to head back. The chess trip was a huge success. Although in my real life, chess lost to computers...
1 comments:
Nice ... Nostalgia does churn out some very good posts ...
I remember , you were a hot shot chess playa when we met in the tenth standard....Sadly I never played a serious chess game with you ...Cheers
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