A soppy story for the soppy week
She was my schooldays crush. She was the prettiest girl in the neighborhood. I was the gangly bespectacled nerd who couldn’t believe his luck that she didn’t mind being seen with him. She told me that she liked me because I could make her laugh. I thought that was why I loved her.
She had gifted me ‘Sunny Days’- the memoir of my idol, Gavaskar. That’s why I thought I loved her.
The block cricket match was on. An indifferent but enthusiastic player, I was picked as a fast bowler on account of my height. The girls were in a bunch watching from a balcony. She was among them. I had to perform.
Anxiety to impress made my form disappear, and trying to bowl faster only made it worse. I was sweating profusely. Disaster struck. Sweat and desperate effort made the ball slip from my grip and fly off, and…
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