About 16 months back, on 19th November 2023 I had quite literally given up on hopes. After 2014, 2015, 2019, 2022, world cups my hopes were diminishing bit by bit. On that day though, my hopes practically died, I felt like it was the end, that was how it was going to be, always. But man... For every 19th, there are 29th and 9th yet to come.
What I thought was the dead end of everything was rather our entry into the most beautiful era of modern cricket. The loss of 19th will probably always sting but there will always be a 29th and 9th to make it all worth.
To my crazy ICT and the sport that makes up 50% of all my happy and sad memories, always be unpredictably beautiful❤️
Happy winning to us all!❤️