#26 Cricket Match in Abode Valley— part 1

Aadi, the captain of our team, brought a red color ball from the marwadi’s shop for the sum of thirty rupees and practiced bowling rigorously on the street of Photeri. He took a challenge from the hostel boys, previous day. He didn’t sleep and made strategies whole night. He hated losing the match. His mind was as quick as his fingers in reversing the ball and game at last minute. Where as his roommate, Rohit, who was a Rajput, and a buddhu, as all his friends call him, failed to learn any skill from Aadi. Rohit was the twelfth player of our team and always sat behind the boundary line to receive and throw the ball back in the match.

            They both called the team in morning one hour before the match. Coming from different places, half-awaked, we all assembled outside an apartment called Abode Valley. We ordered about ten cups of tea from a near by shop and sat outside on the stools. Where Aadi was busy telling game plan to us, a few were engaged in puffing out the clouds of smoke from cigarettes and the rest in gazing the two beautiful girls eating steam kachoris on a rickety stall at a distance.

            It was difficult to say who was prettier. The girl clad in a sky top with long sleeves and floral Pyjama had a cute smile, and the other girl draped in bird printed top and short was much lovely. All I know is that they were beautiful enough to carry out hearts from our mouths.

Everyone felt some special love for the giggling girls. Raghib Khan, who was my friend and a classmate, couldn’t help showing his paan-striking mouth. Rohit, the buddhu boy suddenly brushed his finger on his head. No sooner the girls paid the bill and left the place, small face Rajnish and the buddhu boy tottered behind them. No one stopped them. Everyone knew they will be back as soon as the girls shoo them away. From the last three years, not even the akas and maids found anything cute in them.

The Abode Valley was a planned palatial apartment consisted of three swimming pools, each one divided by blocks, a line of flats. The gardens were embodied by flowers and small play grounds with swings. The sound of loud music could be heard from a few flats. The air suffused with lust and love indicated that most of the flats were acquired by college students. It was difficult to count how many beautiful flowers were deflowered in the passion of love and sex. A few youngsters feel guilt, but for most this passion grows sweeter with the passing time. After a long time, when the grown up youth would recollect the memories of their college days then they would savour only the reminiscences of old but still fresh and sweet love. No one wants to forget the lips touching the smooth texture of the skin, the coolness of the feet, the fragrance of the warm bodies, the sharp tingles of fingertips, the gentle mourns, the love searching eyes. These sweet memories only depart from one’s life with the freedom by itself, with the death.

When we reached the field, we saw the opposite team already practicing their. We arranged the bricks to sit near a small tree. Lifting a box full of cold drinks and chips, Rajnish and Rohit arrived.

Part 2 (writing.. )