Batten down the hatches

Never follow anyone else's path

A/N - I don't know where I am going with this. Really. I was trying to finish something at work when I came up with the barebones of this... well, whatever this will be.

Fair warning - Expect Out Of Characterness (Which is not a word)

First Person POV - Yeah! I am crazy!

And I would really appreciate comments. Even if it is to tell me to stop writing. :D.

"Never follow anyone else's path. Unless you're in the woods and you're lost and you see a path. Then by all means follow that path." - Ellen DeGeneres.

Virat

I cannot believe it! I just cannot.

Yes. Me. Mr. Virat Prem Kohli. The present Captain of the Indian Cricket Team. Across all formats. I cannot believe my bloody eyes. I banged my coffee mug on the table and it made an unpleasant sounding *thunk* and full credit to the mug that it did not crack.

At least something is not cracked; unlike my heart. Expectation. It is a most peculiar thing.

I slammed down the lid of my Laptop, felt bad and raised it a little to check whether I had damaged the screen. And slammed it right back down in fury, when I found it intact.

What bloody right does a stupid Laptop has to remain whole after effectively gutting me! Wasn't social media supposed to make you happy? I will have to spend some happy hours thinking about effective ways to torture and maybe kill that stupid Pandya. The Hardik kind. I owe my heartbreak to him!

"Why are you cursing Harry under your breath?"

I jumped and placed a fortifying hand over my chest and turned to frown at Anushka. My wife. The mother of my child - well, who was yet to be born - but that was neither here nor there.

That she was gorging on a pint of Honey nut crunch ice cream was not lost on me, but I loved my life.

Well, not now in particular, but in general.

I loved my life too much to particularly antagonise my pregnant wife. Not for the sake of a few calories.

"Arreh bol re. What happened? Why are you abusing my poor Harry and why are you trying to break the Laptop?"

"Did you see?" I jabbed my finger at the conveyor of doom and scowled. "This... This..."

"A.k.a The Laptop?" Anu helped herself to another heaping spoonful of ice cream and licked the spoon clean.

I clutched at my hair and pulled it in frustration. "Yes. And Instagram! Did you see MS's post?" I barked, and held out the Laptop towards Anu, who promptly ignored it and reached for her phone.

"Mahi bhai posted?" She asked, her face lightening up with interest and anticipation. "This is an event unto itself. We should celebrate. You should have some ice cream... What the HELL?"

And there it was. The reaction. My wife has finally reached a new decimal and has climbed that summit with ease. "What the ever loving fucking hell?"

A couple of spoonfuls of ice cream disappeared with alacrity and I was hard pressed to keep my protests to myself.

"He retired? He announced his retirement through a social media post? HE RETIRED!"

"Calm down, Anu!" I swopped over to my wife and tried to pull the phone away from her unrelenting grasp. "The stress is not good for you... or the kid."