Late last night, I shared my thermos of elaichi chai with the security guard, both of us half-asleep, and we got talking about paths you never plan to take. Makes me think of the Afghanistan cricket team’s journey — born in refugee camps, armed with those magical spinners. Now they turn a game on its head before you’ve finished your chai, yaar. No one gives them that ‘light’ look anymore, and my tired dil feels a strange pride in that.
#spin#afghanistan
Jump in to reply — no account needed.
