82. My Tombstone
I walked on to the crease like just another day.. ready to play the first time after two years..filled with a childlike excitement
And the first delivery, I couldn't judge the speed of the ball
I stood stunned, unable to fathom what just happened... no no, i didn't pay attention, let's do it once more.
I asked my friend to go again, my bat kissed the ball, for the speed my eyes couldn't adjust
Then I told him to spin the ball, this time I had no sight of the ball after the first bounce...
A hundred thoughts ran through my head
Maybe I didn't pay attention..but When did I ever have to pay attention....
A voice in me said it was over, however, the other couldn't give up...
So The next time in an exasperated tone I told him to deliver a slower one... I just about placed that ball... But by now I knew it was over...
The eyes that once spotted the cricket ball in a pitch dark ground, couldn't read a simple spin delivery
The eyes that never missed the sight of a catch, were now afraid when something was thrown towards me.
I remember how over joyous I felt when dad bought me my first bat
But today this bat in my hand, was just a piece of wood, it had lost its life
With every ball I faced, this disability got rife
How do I explain, how easy was it to play any delivery effortlessly...
People tell me with practice it will come back to you.. oh how do I explain, how good I am at it...
or maybe how good I was at it...
Can you unlearn how to walk.. can you unlearn how to cycle..
Till that day my accident.. Or the disability caused by the accident never bothered me, but that day..reality hit me... And this one hit hard.. You know the feeling of being pierced and not bleeding but feeling the lack of oxygen...
That day falling on my knees I cried like a man who couldn't breathe despite an oxygen mask, shivers ran down my spine to realize it was over..I felt the goosebumps all over my face and hands. I cried like a helpless soul in search of a miracle. I wanted to rewind time. I wish that night didn't happen, I wish I had listened when grandpa asked me to stay, I wish I never sat in the car...
And now, I just walk by the grounds mourning the death of the cricketer in me, those 22yards look like a tombstone
And the first delivery, I couldn't judge the speed of the ball
I stood stunned, unable to fathom what just happened... no no, i didn't pay attention, let's do it once more.
I asked my friend to go again, my bat kissed the ball, for the speed my eyes couldn't adjust
Then I told him to spin the ball, this time I had no sight of the ball after the first bounce...
A hundred thoughts ran through my head
Maybe I didn't pay attention..but When did I ever have to pay attention....
A voice in me said it was over, however, the other couldn't give up...
So The next time in an exasperated tone I told him to deliver a slower one... I just about placed that ball... But by now I knew it was over...
The eyes that once spotted the cricket ball in a pitch dark ground, couldn't read a simple spin delivery
The eyes that never missed the sight of a catch, were now afraid when something was thrown towards me.
I remember how over joyous I felt when dad bought me my first bat
But today this bat in my hand, was just a piece of wood, it had lost its life
With every ball I faced, this disability got rife
How do I explain, how easy was it to play any delivery effortlessly...
People tell me with practice it will come back to you.. oh how do I explain, how good I am at it...
or maybe how good I was at it...
Can you unlearn how to walk.. can you unlearn how to cycle..
Till that day my accident.. Or the disability caused by the accident never bothered me, but that day..reality hit me... And this one hit hard.. You know the feeling of being pierced and not bleeding but feeling the lack of oxygen...
That day falling on my knees I cried like a man who couldn't breathe despite an oxygen mask, shivers ran down my spine to realize it was over..I felt the goosebumps all over my face and hands. I cried like a helpless soul in search of a miracle. I wanted to rewind time. I wish that night didn't happen, I wish I had listened when grandpa asked me to stay, I wish I never sat in the car...
And now, I just walk by the grounds mourning the death of the cricketer in me, those 22yards look like a tombstone
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