I get up this morning with the familiar body ache, and the yoga mat looks too boring for words. Being a Sunday, the boys get up late, cranky and demanding.
'All right guys, we are going out for breakfast, and then we are going to play cricket!' I announce, just as the OA is about to switch on his comp.
'Yippeee!' yells the kid.
After the idli-dosa-coffee routine, we head for the park.
'You guys play. I will sit on the bench.' I sit cross legged, breathing deep the grass fresh air.
In less than five minutes, I am on my feet, running to catch the ball. And I am playing cricket! For the first time in my life!
'Ai, you are supposed to get the ball, ok?' Pavan instructs me, when I make him run out of the park to get the ball.
I stand nervously facing the ball, holding the half sized bat.
'Thats a wide ball! You have made a run!' Cool. Cricket ain't so very hard. You make runs by default.
'Mango, run!' Says Prayas, when I hit the ball, walking slowly to pick up the ball. And I am scoring runs!
'Papa, this is cheating!'
'Get lost. We make the rules as we play.'
I make ten runs, Papa nine, and the kid is out at six! Is this beginners luck or what.
My body ache is gone, and I have won my first cricket match!