Chapter 26

                                    

                                          

[Author's note :- The world cup match mentioned in this chapter is imaginary and fictional. You could consider it 2011 world cup or whatever; though, Rohit, Rahul, Hardik wasn't in that match but here will be. You could find similarity with 2011 world cup but it's not at all. Take it in that way as it is.]
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Setting : One night before World Cup finals, 1:00 am, Rohirat room
Little Shubi is sleeping soundly, his mum aka papa is sitting near his head, buring head between knees, awake, devised. A pair of trusty hands took him passionately.
"Sleep now Vi, we have finals tomorrow" Rohit whispered not disturbing their son's nap.
"I can't sleep Ro, the fear of failure chasing me all time. We're being losers from twenty eight years, people making fun in social media, the never understand that cricketers are human being too, they too feel heartbroken after losing. what if we lose again tomo...."
"Shh..." Ro pressed a finger on Vi's lips, "We won't. And why are you picking negative ? There are positive supporters too, can't we won the match for them ? Can't we make them smile baby ? Of course we can, we have to. And....and we're youn players Vi, think about Sachin paaji, Yuvi bhai, Mahi bhai.... did they lose hope ? So why our young blood will do so ?"
"Hihihihi..." Vi chuckled, "you're copying Rahul sir's dialogue hun ? He told the same in evening meeting...."
"Haan matlab wo... ho gaya thoda hehe... whatever I made you smile atleast"
Vi bit his cute lips, his technique of expressing shyness. This forgetful man never forgot to make him happy.
"Kya soch rahe ho ?" Ro asked.
"Yehi ki kal hum jeete to crore deshvasi hume praise karenge, aur agar haare to hume troll karenge, gaaliyan denge. Lekin tum..... tum bas mujhe warm hug hi doge, no matter we win or lose"
Both smiled. Genuine smiles. Smiles of hope, smiles of faith. Lips met slowly, comfort supplied through saliva. Ro said before taking Vi in his tight embrace;
"Zindagi bhar tumhara comfort zone banke rahunga Vi"
The outside circumstance was smoggy.
Moon was partly covered with dark clouds.
Nature itself doesn't know what's coming tomorrow.
Scenes of other rooms were also same. Babies were sleeping, the innocents don't know someday they too will spent sleepless night before a special day, which comes once in four years. Their worried fathers were soothing eachother, being eachother's complementary. Seems like soldiers spending unbearable night before war, no way to return or escape. Either win or lose - is waiting for them................
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Next day social media, chatboxes, news channels filled with best wishes of crore netizens. Wankhede stadium failed to serve enough seats for audience. A huge crowd engulfed not only the stadium but the whole megacity. All India is praying for victory, rainfall on twenty eight years old draught. Is the prayer only of human beings ? Or the hills, plants, ground too seeking for triumph ? 
GAGAN KAHE VIJAYI BHAVA
Playing eleven soldiers prepared themselves with proper vests and weapons: bat and balls. Match begins at 14:00 IST. Ict kids' "come on dada", "go for it papa" cheerings from players' balcony melted with thousand audience's crowd.