40/40 [bloom] I was watching a Steven Smith interview on television quite a few years ago. There he was asked one question about music. I don't remember exactly what the question was but the answer was the song 23 by Jimmy Eat World. Being the fan of the fab four of cricket I had to listen to this song. 23, it felt so soothing even then. I wondered while listening to the song how I was going to be when I turn 23. It was a beautiful feeling for some indescribable reason. I didn't know where I would be but the question seemed more beautiful than the answer. I was years ago from the person I was to become and I was a few heartbreaks away from the love I would feel one day. I closed my eyes to feel what 23 would bring to me. I, closed my eyes, to feel, what 23 would bring to me. I had been all about cricket always until the last year when I was forced to discover new parts of me. However, I was still playing the game after the cases in the first wave of coronavirus were receding. But then on 28th of December last year I suffered an injury that proved out to be chronic. I was playing a big tournament in Almora. It was our first game. The weather was extremely cold. Almora is usually cold in December but sunshine is never an issue in the day but that particular day it was windy and cold. It was so cold that catching a ball felt like suicide! We were being thrashed by the opposition because of our weak bowling attack so the captain thought I should roll my hand for a couple overs. The gamble failed terribly. I went for 39 runs in my two overs. Gentle leg spinners from a part-time bowler didn't help at all (one fielder dropped a catch on my bowling though and I'm never going to forgive him for that). My batting was bad, 1(9), and we lost the game. I went home quite okay because we were supposed to play 12 games. The morning after the game when I was stretching I realised I was not able to stretch my back. It had happened because my cold body had done something I didn't usually do— the leg spinners. I tried to force a stretch but the pain was pretty good so I left it there. I knew I something was off but the tournament was important so I kept playing. The tournament went against all my expectations and proved to be one of the worst I had ever played. My performance was one of the worst (166 runs in 12 games, no fifty, three ducks). We lost 10 out of 12 games. The tournament was full of many embarrassing defeats. And I had pulled my back muscle quite superbly.
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[bloom] I was watching a Steven Smith interview on television quite a few years ago. There he was asked one question about music. I don't remember exactly what the question was but the answer was the song 23 by Jimmy Eat World. Being the fan of the fab four of cricket I had to listen to this song. 23, it felt so soothing even then. I wondered while listening to the song how I was going to be when I turn 23. It was a beautiful feeling for some indescribable reason. I didn't know where I would be but the question seemed more beautiful than the answer. I was years ago from the person I was to become and I was a few heartbreaks away from the love I would feel one day. I closed my eyes to feel what 23 would bring to me. I, closed my eyes, to feel, what 23 would bring to me.
I had been all about cricket always until the last year when I was forced to discover new parts of me. However, I was still playing the game after the cases in the first wave of coronavirus were receding. But then on 28th of December last year I suffered an injury that proved out to be chronic.
I was playing a big tournament in Almora. It was our first game. The weather was extremely cold. Almora is usually cold in December but sunshine is never an issue in the day but that particular day it was windy and cold. It was so cold that catching a ball felt like suicide! We were being thrashed by the opposition because of our weak bowling attack so the captain thought I should roll my hand for a couple overs. The gamble failed terribly. I went for 39 runs in my two overs. Gentle leg spinners from a part-time bowler didn't help at all (one fielder dropped a catch on my bowling though and I'm never going to forgive him for that). My batting was bad, 1(9), and we lost the game. I went home quite okay because we were supposed to play 12 games.
The morning after the game when I was stretching I realised I was not able to stretch my back. It had happened because my cold body had done something I didn't usually do— the leg spinners. I tried to force a stretch but the pain was pretty good so I left it there. I knew I something was off but the tournament was important so I kept playing. The tournament went against all my expectations and proved to be one of the worst I had ever played. My performance was one of the worst (166 runs in 12 games, no fifty, three ducks). We lost 10 out of 12 games. The tournament was full of many embarrassing defeats. And I had pulled my back muscle quite superbly.](https://media.gokahani.com/content/media/27822823/2023/02/feed/6f794120e382b6fc901481e7af30382a/6f794120e382b6fc901481e7af30382a_default.jpg "40/40
[bloom] I was watching a Steven Smith interview on television quite a few years ago. There he was asked one question about music. I don't remember exactly what the question was but the answer was the song 23 by Jimmy Eat World. Being the fan of the fab four of cricket I had to listen to this song. 23, it felt so soothing even then. I wondered while listening to the song how I was going to be when I turn 23. It was a beautiful feeling for some indescribable reason. I didn't know where I would be but the question seemed more beautiful than the answer. I was years ago from the person I was to become and I was a few heartbreaks away from the love I would feel one day. I closed my eyes to feel what 23 would bring to me. I, closed my eyes, to feel, what 23 would bring to me.
I had been all about cricket always until the last year when I was forced to discover new parts of me. However, I was still playing the game after the cases in the first wave of coronavirus were receding. But then on 28th of December last year I suffered an injury that proved out to be chronic.
I was playing a big tournament in Almora. It was our first game. The weather was extremely cold. Almora is usually cold in December but sunshine is never an issue in the day but that particular day it was windy and cold. It was so cold that catching a ball felt like suicide! We were being thrashed by the opposition because of our weak bowling attack so the captain thought I should roll my hand for a couple overs. The gamble failed terribly. I went for 39 runs in my two overs. Gentle leg spinners from a part-time bowler didn't help at all (one fielder dropped a catch on my bowling though and I'm never going to forgive him for that). My batting was bad, 1(9), and we lost the game. I went home quite okay because we were supposed to play 12 games.
The morning after the game when I was stretching I realised I was not able to stretch my back. It had happened because my cold body had done something I didn't usually do— the leg spinners. I tried to force a stretch but the pain was pretty good so I left it there. I knew I something was off but the tournament was important so I kept playing. The tournament went against all my expectations and proved to be one of the worst I had ever played. My performance was one of the worst (166 runs in 12 games, no fifty, three ducks). We lost 10 out of 12 games. The tournament was full of many embarrassing defeats. And I had pulled my back muscle quite superbly.")
