This site is as about the inspiration I get, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers, which receive light when asked to God.
Was supposed.
To meet you there.
Was Supposed,
To eat bread and jam.
Was supposed,
Write a letter.
Was supposed,
To see the birds fly.
Was supposed,
To pack a sandwich.
Was supposed,
To paint a picture,
Was supposed,
To sing.
Was supposed,
To do a lot of things.
Was supposed.
Adios!
Yesterday was Sunday. I don’t know what had happened. But all the teams which play cricket in the stadium near my house, came to the stadium but didn’t play cricket. Most of them sat on their bikes (which were allowed in the stadium) and had a good chit chat. It appeared that the group which was suppose to bring cricket bats for playing had given the other groups a slip and there was nothing play cricket with. So after an hour, the remaining teams went to a nearby shaded area and started playing catch-catch with the tennis ball. I had fun watching them play catch-catch, as it is a game which I love playing. The boys looked happy and it seemed they had more fun playing catch-catch than playing cricket as everybody got a chance to catch the ball.
It was happy day. Play catch-catch and enjoy.
Adios!
Have you ever played cricket on a road? The game simply becomes fantastic.
A game of cricket played on any road, is a game where the stumps are either shorter or longer or most probably imaginary.
The rules are self-made and the umpiring is highly biased.
The most fun comes when protests are lodged with the umpire, who often disregards the rules towards the team whom he is not favouring.
When a batsman hits a four or a six, he learns it the hard way, that when the ball goes into someone else’s house, it is hard to convince them to give it back.
Many run away after the ball accidentally hits someone’s window glass and breaks it.
Road cricket is full of fun and frolic but be very careful, don’t hit anyone’s glass panes.
Adios!
Have you ever played cricket on a road? The game simply becomes fantastic.
A game of cricket played on any road, is a game where the stumps are either shorter or longer or most probably imaginary.
The rules are self-made and the umpiring is highly biased.
The most fun comes when protests are lodged with the umpire, who often disregards the rules towards the team whom he is not favouring.
When a batsman hits a four or a six, he learns it the hard way, that when the ball goes into someone else’s house, it is hard to convince them to give it back.
Many run away after the ball accidentally hits someone’s window glass and breaks it.
Road cricket is full of fun and frolic but be very careful, don’t hit anyone’s glass panes.
Adios!
Yes, it is Sunday and yes it’s cricket day. The boys of my locality since morning till afternoon 01:30 pm were playing cricket like mad men.
You can sleep from morning till evening, no one will know.
In the scintillating Sun, they played cricket as if there is nothing else to do on this Holy day.
To play cricket after having full fledged lunch is hard.
Earlier people used to say that heavy breakfast, moderate lunch, in between have some light tiffin and have light supper with soup, but nowadays breakfast are always farce, not one hour will go and you will feel hungry. Then everytime you step on the weighing machine to check whether you have lost any weight or so.
I am thinking that the person who is running so slow must have had lunch, so what’s the meaning of playing cricket after lunch? What about the fast bowler who is acting like a medium pacer.
Be happy, take rest as it as a Sunday.
So a happy Sunday.
Adios!
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