It was the morning of Virat's Sport Day, Virat stood in front of the mirror, the cap tilted just right, the jersey tucked in with serious concentration.
Virat: “Mahi, today’s finals.”
Mahi smiled, fixing the cap and said “Captain today.”
Virat’s chest puffed up.
On the bed, Rohit sat cross-legged, wearing a tiny jersey with VIRAT written on the back, sleeves too long, clapping at nothing.
Rohit: “Vira! Vira!”
Yuvi laughed and said “Looks like you already have a fan club.”
While later
The school ground buzzed with parents and cheers.
Mahi carried Rohit on his hip, one arm secure, the other holding a water bottle and snacks. Rohit scanned everything wide-eyed—flags, whistles, kids running.
When Virat walked onto the field with his team, Rohit straightened instantly.
He pointed “Vira!”
Mahi bent close and said “That’s your Vira. Captain.”
Rohit nodded very seriously.
Rohit: “Cap’n.”
Sometimes later Match started
First ball.
Virat swung.
Crack.
The ball sailed.
Commentator: “That’s a FOUR!”
Before anyone else could cheer—
Rohit: “YAAAY!”
He bounced in Mahi’s arms, clapping wildly.
Rohit: “Vira More!”
Parents around them smiled.
Yuvi leaned in and said “He knows.”
Then came the big one.
Virat hit a clean six.
The crowd erupted.
Rohit froze for half a second, processing the noise—then lifted both arms.
Rohit: “BIG!”
He shouted something that sounded like cheering but was mostly joy.
Rohit: “Vira BIG!”
Mahi laughed, eyes shiny.
Mahi: “Yes, baby. Big.”
During the break, Virat glanced toward the stands.
He spotted them instantly.
Mahi standing tall.
Yuvi clapping.
And Rohit—waving both hands, jersey slipping off one shoulder.
Virat grinned.
Not just as captain.
As a big brother.
When the final wicket fell and Virat’s team won, Rohit gasped at the noise.
Then clapped again.
Rohit: “Vira Win!”
Mahi kissed his head.
Mahi: “Yes Vira won.”
Later, when Virat ran toward them, sweaty and glowing, Rohit wriggled out of Mahi’s arms and toddled forward.
