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Why the fuck did you have to move? Isaan's scream drowned out the stadium din on the TV. I had shifted up to a sofa from the floor.
Huh? I said. We were in Ishaan's house - Ishaan, Omi and I. Ishaan's mom had brought in tea and khakra for us. It is more comfortable to snack on the sofa. That is why I moved?
Tendulkar's gone. Fuck, now at this stage. Omi, don't you dare move now. nobody moves for the next five overs.
I looked at the TV. We were forty-five overs. Twenty-seven runs in five overs, with eight wickets to spare and Tendulkar on the crease. A cakewalk. The oddds were still in india's favour, but Tendulkar was out. And that explained the frowns on ishaan's forehead. The khakra's crispy Omi said. Ishaan glared at Omi, chiding him for his shallow sensory pleasuser in a moment of national grief. Omi and I kept our tea cups aside and looked suitably mournful.
The crowd clapped as Tendulkar made his exit. jadeja came to the crease and added six more runs. End of forty-six overs, India 262/3. Twenty-one more runs to win in four overs, with seven wickets in hand.
over 46.
He made 122. The guy did his job. Just a few final closing shots left. why are you getting so worked up? i asked during a commercial break. I reached for my tea cup, but ishaan signalled me to leave it alone. We were not going to indulge ubtil the fat of the match was decided. Ishaan was pissed with us anyway. The match was in Vododra, just two hours away from Ahmedabad. but we could not go - one, because we didn't have money, and two, because i had my correspondence exams in two days. Of course, I had wasted the whole day watching the match on TV instead, so reason number two did not really hold much weight.