Once, many years ago, I was walking down a road, when a hand suddenly came to rest upon my shoulder. I jumped in surprise, and turned to see a man looking down at me. He was staring at somewhere around my waist. The word “PERVERT” immediately formed itself in my mind, but before I could react, the man said, “Wow, your wrists, you must play cricket?”
“Ummmm, Yes, a little!” I said. Everyone in India plays a little cricket.
“You must be a batsman,” he continued. Now, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered. “I have not seen wrists like yours… they are almost like Sachin Tendulkar’s, or Brian Lara’s,” he finished. If you don’t know who those two are, suffice it to say that they are the best of the best in the game of Cricket. I was flattered earlier, but I think the English language does not have a word to describe what I felt now. We talked for a little bit more, and then we parted ways.
Till this day, I sometimes feel, that I made a wrong career choice. Maybe I was born to be a cricketer.
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