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The Twenty-Two Yards

The Twenty-Two Yards
    
  The Sun was merciless. Equivalent to a ‘Mathematics’ teacher, it was hated by everyone. Just when people were locking themselves indoors and quenching their thirst with butter milk, a loud cheer resounded from the adjoining barren land. Braving the heat waves and challenging the scorching sun, the children were armed with cricket bats, ball and stumps. Despite the pool of sweat and parental warning, the only thing that mattered was winning the cricket match.
     The cricket mania never ends. It isn’t much of a surprise when someone skips an exam or take a day off from work, to watch their players rule the twenty-two yards.   
     What is so special about it? Is it because of the celebrity endorsement or its major media attention? It’s neither.
     The twenty-two yards vanquishes gender, age and status. From listening to the radio commentary to getting live updates from ‘Cricinfo’, the love for cricket never wavered.
     So, it doesn’t matter why the twenty-two yards get so much attention. As long as people forget all their worries and come together to cheer for a few hours, it’s worth it.

‘CRICKET IS MORE THAN JUST A GAME.’

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  1. Unknown22 May 2017 at 00:25

    What a beautiful title ! 22 yards !! It is a clever googly.. The way you described the cricket field it was more like your home ground and you know where to get easy runs ! It appears even the Sun becomes the Third Umpire and provides continuous light and solar energy! It is said once a batsman settles down he clearly sees the ball and nothing can stop him. Likewise Archana has become a well settled writer and she doesn't have boundaries! Wish you all the best Kannaa! Dhoni pol vaazhi nee
    Regards Selva Kumar

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  2. Reply24 May 2017 at 12:48

    Not only that. Cricket is involved with all ages inside mind. They treat players as hero's and when they play all assume they are playing and enjoying as if they are in the middle.
    Good to write like this. Keep going

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  3. Unknown24 May 2017 at 16:32

    a super and a differnt title.. you have beautifully described the love of cricket by one all and the choice of language is so apt...super archana kuddos to you

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