When I was 11 years old, I used to watch my friends playing cricket in our colony. They often asked me to join them, but I always refused because I believed I wouldn’t be able to play good cricket.
One of my friends finally convinced me to play cricket the next Sunday on the ground. Around six to seven friends gathered near my home, and we all went together. It was my first day ever playing cricket. That day, we played almost five matches. In the first four matches, I couldn’t bat well and got out for a duck each time. I only did fielding and didn’t even try bowling. But in the fifth match, when all the other players were out, I batted alone and scored 14 runs. Everyone cheered for me and told me that I could actually bat well. Then I jokingly asked them, ‘Okay, but what about bowling?’.
Then one of my friends advised me and said, ‘I will teach you.’ I was very happy that day, and I never knew that this new love for cricket would later give me so much pain and even sleepless nights.
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