This
story starts from a place called Westeroak, which somewhere in the world ,
concealed enough from the naked eye of common people.
A man named Jill S. Strickland lives his life with ease and smoothness. This man goes to work at 9 am and returns at 5 pm. He has a 5 day working schedule. Jill was a very good chess player. He used to play so good in his school days.
Many long days had passed since he had last touched his chess set, thought Jill. It was Saturday and suddenly this thought had arisen in his mind. He went to his old room , that was now his son's. His wife and son had gone to a trip to see Europe, due to some official work he could not accompany them.
He went to his secret cupboard, which he had asked the carpenter to make under the bed's storage area. A dust chessboard and a bag containing pieces can be seen. Also some books of chess puels and openings can be seen. A chess notation notebook can be seen on which were written in gleaming words " CHESS GAMES of JILL S. STRICKLAND".
He went into the thoughts of winning the chess U-15 championship and how he had outplayed the old lady in the opening game of a tournament when he was a small kid in the same opening he played from black, the CARO-KANN. Also how he sacrificed two bishops to bring the opponent's king in the centre and trapped him in the middle of the board. Some of his bitter losses also came to his mind one of which was when he was such a huge amount of material up but lost due to a silly mistake , and got mated backrank. All this came to his mind as he turned the pages of the notation book.
He took out the board and set it up on his son's study table after removing the dust. The sun rays were just peeping in through the ventilator and the kingside of the chessboard was lightened up by it.
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