The Goddesses of the Indian Cricket

Sports

When the women play, the gods descend as audiences to witness their perfect shots.

However, humans are mere spectators and when we get the chance to have a visual treat of 11 women on the board, you get as excited as if you had won the congressional medal for pride.

I had the honor of seeing my best friends practice on the field of the stadium in my city. My burning desire to hold a bat in my hand and hit the ball with all my might came true.

They took me with them to the central board building of the cricket association. Both were healthy, healthy, playing for nationals and aiming for internationals. The ground was huge and I saw several young cricketers taking their best shots. Some were warming up as they had to participate in the afternoon sessions. Some were hitting the red ball of matches attached to a long string. I didn’t know what it meant, but it was nice. The 10 and 12 year olds were full of enthusiasm and sheer energy that galvanized from their spirits. They played like professional experts. My friends took me straight to the netting practice area where the great cricketers of the state used to train. The field was full of sparse players doing their jobs and no one cared who came in or out. It was a gesture of dedication. Both girls introduced me to their friends and they were equally happy to see me. A senior player full of curiosity arrived and asked them who I was. I was feeling a bit vengeful as it was my first chance to meet such high ranking cricket goddesses. That young lady was warm and she asked me questions about my profession as a writer. She also gave obligatory details about how they practiced and what their strategies were.

It was getting late and their coach signaled for them to start their session. It was as if the warrior ladies were preparing for a warship. They donned their helmets, gloves and leg guards and took their prized bats with them. It was his power source. However, the real thing is inside their minds. It was their perseverance and their goal to reflect the best of themselves.

The party war began. My friend jumped onto the pitch and started batting while the others bowled. How they played! I was surprised by his running speed and the curve of his hands and the style of the ball. Not a single mistake and it was a flawless appearance. He could hear his ragged breaths and the tapping of his shoes. For a moment, I felt that the players would replace the best and make their country proud. It was true, since they were better than the boys. The bowlers flicked their wrists and the ball nearly hit the stumps, but my friend was acting like an alert lioness. She stroked with that perfect stroke on every googly, throw, yorker, and many others. The mere sight of the ball thrown by the girls gave me the willies. It did not affect them and they continued their session. The whole situation seemed as if the warrior ladies were preparing to bring back medals for their country. They were going to decorate our national flag with their passion. I was very proud when my two friends, one an expert bowler and the other a flawless batsman, fought their game flawlessly.

His coach deserved an ovation. He was wondering how he must have spent days and years molding these girls into their best shape. The real work is in the hands of the preceptor and she was undoubtedly a genius.

The women who play in the field are as good as the commander who fights on a battlefield. They have horses, she has the bat and ball. I was very proud of my two young friends who set a role model for young aspiring cricketers.

In fact, it is a commendable sport. Instead of holding pans in hand, you get up, hit that ball, and send it over the edge. I saw that inner power lying within these female bodies. He was making his country proud as an undefeated soldier. I saw no difference between a rifle and their bats.

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