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HERO was already late to school, and I could I hear my auto rickshaw honking. But my eyes were looking at the doorstep, waiting for my hero. And as usual, mom was chanting her prayers. Being the first day of the academic year, I had forgotten my pencil. Suddenly there was that voice calling, “Anu, come out!”. And I ran through the door, got the baton from my hero, crossed the finish line, and sat in the auto rickshaw. You know, first day of school is like having relatives at your house; you could neither smile nor cry. And the same old questions of what my name was and what my dad was. So yeah, I'm Anu, and my hero is a quality control worker; around 1000 people depend on his work. A single day of his absence would create chaos in the streets. Such was the importance of his work. Moreover, he wore just boxers to his workplace. But he was disciplined person, and bathed at least 4 times a day and as soon as he came back from work. He even had a nickname: “The Underground Don”. He worked for only three hours a day, but his life was on the line all that time. After quality control was over for that particular project, my hero used to come out from his workplace like a Black Panther. Although his workplace was absolute crap, he didn’t give a damn about it. As soon as I reached home everyday, he used to take me to a handmade merry go round, where I used to feel the Earth revolving,quite literally. But on that particular day, he was taking an ice bath in an ice box, in the center of the hall at that. I asked my mom, to which she replied that he’d inhaled the wrong gas. And I still remember the face of my hero, sorry, my Unsung Hero. As I came home one day, I asked my mom what the machine outside was. “Your Hero would have been alive if only they’d used that machine two years back!”, she replied with anger in her voice and water in her eyes. MURALI KRISHNA 48