[ can be read as a general fiction ]
Devdutt Padikkal. The star Indian batsman. Avantika Arora. The skilful Baker chef.
Two people. Two different lives.
While one is surrounded by people the other has made peace with being alone.
While one has a...
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Make it up, fall in love, try But you'll never be alone I'll be with you from dusk 'til dawn I'll be with you from dusk 'til dawn.
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The Mumbai sky today was clear and gay.
With not a cloud in sight, it was a straight go ahead from the heavens above for the T20 match that was supposed to be played against Australia tomorrow.
Ideally, the tradition for players before a match day is to hit the bed as early as they can, even if it's a night game. It costs nothing to be extra aware when you step on the field.
Most of the squad had hit the bed after an early dinner three hours ago but one specific person who was wide awake as an owl.
Nothing could put Dev at ease today. Unlike the weather today, the storm was inside Dev's mind.
The nerves. The retrospect. The erratic heart. Dev was feeling like a debutant all over again. Well it was kind of a debut for him. His debut as an opener for the Indian Team.
All the previous series he has played, his position had ranged from a number three to a number six but never opening, his favourite spot. But he has never complained.
Just making an appearance in the playing eleven of Indian team is an achievement and to make yourself an automatic selection in the squad is a milestone.
Yet, there were the butterflies. The what if and all. Eating him up and not letting him sleep. Dev did not want to admit it it to himself. It sounded stupid that after making his debut something like this could make him nervous! For God sake things will be exactly same just he'll be out on the pitch a little early.
"You shouldn't be up so late, should you?", Dev was jerked out of oblivion as the seat beside him was taken. "I was just going Virat Bhai".
Dev made an hasty attempt to stand and rush in which was foiled when Virat held his hand and made him sit back on the chair. "Get back here boy".
An unnatural awkwardness prevailed between the two that was quite the creation of Dev's mind. When you look up to a person, and want to imitate them, it becomes a little hard in owning up in front of them.
