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I'm afraid the society is limping along with me.

I'm afraid the society is limping along with me. (caption) *peanuts, limpings, kishor da, reflections* My left foot is okay, the right one is fine too. The head is good I believe, and the right knee only hurts when pressed. But most importantly, I am resting today. By resting I mean I have a couple hours to unwind and relax a bit. Let me tell you something interesting from a few days ago. So I am all set to face the fiery bowling attack on the practice match in a calm atmosphere (which is about to be not so calm anymore). I have my kit on. Box, check. Helmet, check. Pads, check. Gloves, check. Thighs, check. Elbows, check. The protective gear is on but I have to be honest here, I am nervous. I am nervous because I've not been in touch since the lockdown. And the fiery boys are. It is going to be a challenge, there's absolutely no doubt about it. I walk to the wicket displaying a positive body language which I believe is an absolute must no matter what you're feeling inside. I mark my guard and tap the bat. S approaches first and jumps on his delivery stride. The kind of face he makes while bowling is daunting, if anything. The dude gives everything he has got. As soon as the ball leaves his hand, I must make quick decisions to counter the thunderbolt. Unfortunately, my reactions are way too slow and my body is aiming in fifty different directions. My head falls towards the off side and the face of the bat is turned in. I lose the sight of the ball brilliantly. I have no idea where the ball went. All I know is this, I feel a sharp blow on my left shoe. I think my foot is in some kind of coma already. The blow is real. I'd have loved to moan and cry and shout and scream in this condition. I would have done the same if I was not batting. But I'm a batsman right now and a batsman never fears shit. The nervousness is gone. I'm in the zone. The LBW appeal is declined and focusing on the next ball becomes the only goal of my life. Between the deliveries though, I do attempt to inspect the damage, if any. The feet is sore but I can still stand and walk so no worries. The over is played defending and leaving the ball.
I'm afraid the society is limping along with me. (caption) *peanuts, limpings, kishor da, reflections* My left foot is okay, the right one is fine too. The head is good I believe, and the right knee only hurts when pressed. But most importantly, I am resting today. By resting I mean I have a couple hours to unwind and relax a bit. Let me tell you something interesting from a few days ago. So I am all set to face the fiery bowling attack on the practice match in a calm atmosphere (which is about to be not so calm anymore). I have my kit on. Box, check. Helmet, check. Pads, check. Gloves, check. Thighs, check. Elbows, check. The protective gear is on but I have to be honest here, I am nervous. I am nervous because I've not been in touch since the lockdown. And the fiery boys are. It is going to be a challenge, there's absolutely no doubt about it. I walk to the wicket displaying a positive body language which I believe is an absolute must no matter what you're feeling inside. I mark my guard and tap the bat. S approaches first and jumps on his delivery stride. The kind of face he makes while bowling is daunting, if anything. The dude gives everything he has got. As soon as the ball leaves his hand, I must make quick decisions to counter the thunderbolt. Unfortunately, my reactions are way too slow and my body is aiming in fifty different directions. My head falls towards the off side and the face of the bat is turned in. I lose the sight of the ball brilliantly. I have no idea where the ball went. All I know is this, I feel a sharp blow on my left shoe. I think my foot is in some kind of coma already. The blow is real. I'd have loved to moan and cry and shout and scream in this condition. I would have done the same if I was not batting. But I'm a batsman right now and a batsman never fears shit. The nervousness is gone. I'm in the zone. The LBW appeal is declined and focusing on the next ball becomes the only goal of my life. Between the deliveries though, I do attempt to inspect the damage, if any. The feet is sore but I can still stand and walk so no worries. The over is played defending and leaving the ball.
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