A very good team

Chapter-2

.The starting of the doubts.

First impression = the Last impression?

~2018~

India's tour of England.

ICT had reached England just a day ago. The players were given two days to adjust with the time zone and climate. The practice was going to start the day after tomorrow.

And Shreyas was already feeling like an outcast. He was feeling very lonely and it didn't quite help that the team treated him with just courtesy. The last few days had been quite hard for him, eating alone or in complete silence wasn't something, he was used too. 

And he was actually pretty scared and nervous to take his own initiative in starting a conversation with the seniors. He didn't know what to do actually? His room was feeling quite suffocating and yes, Rohit bhaiya had smiled like once or twice at him during last night dinner. It had made Shreyas feel good.

But right now, he was again an emotional mess. The room was feeling strangely suffocating. His nerves were controlling him. There was apprehension, there was terror, there was anticipation and his stomach was curling into itself. It was a very uneasy feeling.

Shreyas was uneasy and uncertain.

He was in the Indian team. The dream, The dream that had been growing in his eyes from childhood was so close. He could see it physically manifest besides him but the uncertainty was a constant too.

Will he get to play?

What will be the seniors really like?

Will they be this distant forever?

How should he behave?

What should he call them?

How should he talk?

Shreyas didn't know. He didn't know anything besides the fact that the closed room was suffocating. He was worrying. He didn't know whether unnecessary or not? But he was worrying too much. He was thinking and overthinking.

His nerves were frayed.

And it wasn't at all very good for his mental health. Gloomy and broody wasn't truly his moods at all. Shreyas decided he needed fresh air and something besides the four walls of his room to relax his mind.

Determined to not be negative and gloomy, Shreyas escaped the clutches of his room. He was wandering around the corridors of their team hotel silently taking in the scenes of his surroundings, keeping his mind as far as possible from cricket and it's worrying.

He was roaming around mindlessly like that when he spotted Virat Kohli walking towards him. Spotting the Captain of his team, the Virat Kohli, Shreyas couldn't help but be anxious again, all the worries eating his mind resulting in this outing again in the front foot of his mind.

Should he talk to Virat?

Ask him about the doubts?

Should he initiate the conversation?

Shreyas was in a complete dilemma but he decided to be brave. He can do this. It's just saying a casual "hello," to his captain. He was certain Virat's reply would automatically, make him work out what to do later.

With a hammering heart, highly nervous with almost shaking hand Shreyas waved at Virat, mumbling a shy "hello" mustering all his courage and then he was left at his spot frozen, reeling and hurt.

Virat Kohli stormed past him.

He didn't even nod at his direction.

He just walked away like Shreyas was invisible.