Kanpur vignette

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.