I looked heavenwards. My stoic eyes
searched for him. He already appeared far-away though barely 48 hours had
passed since I cremated my father.
But for a soldier, emotion is an
unaffordable luxury.
‘You have to battle on,’ I told myself, as I acknowledged
the applause, put back my helmet and lowered my MRF bat.
[Author’s Note: There was a man who lost
his father during the middle of the 1999 cricket World Cup. Shocked and shaken,
he flew back to his native country, performed the final rites and returned to
play one of the most emotionally inspiring innings (140 not out) ever seen on
the cricket pitch. This piece has been penned from his perspective.]
A very touching story Ritesh, nicely penned:)
ReplyDeleteThis one is really too good. I remember that moment when media hyped this news but our SACHIN stroked his best. This is why he is called GOD of CRICKET.
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Silly smiles.. Take you miles :)
Yes, I just love him <3
ReplyDeletei remember watching that match . the sight of him thanking God after the century was overwhelming . Perfect tribute to such an extra ordinary talent !
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