Short Story - A Cricket Match
T he match was on its final over. Bikram had the ball and was planning on delivering his trademark B-bouncer. If he takes the last wicket, he might even make it in the elders team. He adjusted his glasses making sure the batsman jumps with freight at the pace of the ball. “ Take care, it’s the last over. Don’t fuck it up! ”, screamed Captain Dada from behind. Bidhi was taking the crease. He was his last hurdle, on his quest to seal the place in the adult team. Although Bidhi was known for his nerves he somehow managed to pull of great few shots. Bikram wondered how a boy who had the makings of biology lab skeleton muster such powerful shots. “ Bowl him out from behind the legs. Its easy as its gets! ”, Astik whispered so that players of the rival team don’t get notion of his masterpiece strategy. He squeezed the ball hard, cocked his arm recoiled a bit and let it go. SHIT! Full toss. All Bidhi had to do was to swing the bat. The ball rocketed past captain d...