Sigh! Do miss these matches!! what would i not give to be there, in the midst of all the fun, revelry, excitement, the drama, the roller coaster ride of emotions. Can almost sense the magic, almost feel the palpitations, almost hear the roaring crowd...sigh...almost! When you guys seemed to be dolled out an excessive overdose day in and day out....all am left is an empty platter, echoing with memories.
Cricket has always been a wonderful leveller for me. Works/worked every time. Everything else is wiped aside, preferably pushed under the carpet. And then on it reigns supreme. Everything else becomes a distant hazy apparition, to be countered later. As the saying goes, Happiness is having something to do...settling yourself to be engulfed by the match, something to love....the very sight of the coin doing its flip in the air, and thereon what follows, something to hope for....the upcoming series!!
The sweet sound of the willow, the sweet sight of the run-up, the heart-wrenching finish, the glorious sweep, the awesome line, the breath-taking catch, the terrific stop, the cheeky run, the pathetic drop, the horrendous throw, the victory dance, the silent glare, the pumping fist, the cheering crowd, the blinding lights, the fiesty ball, the cracking shot.....sigh! sigh! sigh!
