Dews wash the face. Winter sun lends it warmth. Groundsmen pour care.
Tweakers coax. Pacers bully. But no trace of life in that 22-yard corpse.
Then he takes over.
I leave Green Park sort of overawed.
An ambulance creaks past me as I cross Amba Prasad Smarak Chikitsalya.
Maybe someone inside is fighting for life.
Maybe they should take him to Sreesanth.
The Lankans will vouch. Sreesanth can infuse life.
Kanpur vignette
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2 comments:
he is like 'birla cement' applied on this wicket...
(birla cement tag line: iss cement main jaan hai)
nice one!
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