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I have been playing a test match with her.
And she is destiny.
It’s her pitch and her
ground.
She decides the rules.
Play doesn’t stop in
bad light.
It just goes on.
It doesn’t let you wear
pads and gloves.
Helmet is only a dream.
The pitch too is rough
and shoddy with an uneven
bounce.
But I too have batted with
grit.
She threw bouncers.
And I went for the hook.
I connected some.
I missed some.
Some I took on the body.
I am not a Bradman.
But I will play like a tiger.
I will go for my shorts.
Hit some sixes and some fours.
Destiny always has the last laugh.
But middle overs could still be ours.