The ball was rushing towards my chest. I shivered. Now, my determination shifted from catching the ball to protecting my chest. But I just wanted to slap that ball away. The ball came near me.I attempted to hit the ball but ended up wrapping my hands around the ball.
“Hey, Who are you?”, The assistant coach said.
“Child prodigy”, I thought.
“Sir Rohit” I said proudly.
“Is this a way to catch the ball”, he said angrily.
“SIR, But, I caught it with one hand”, I said with more pride.
“Then what?”, he screamed.
I kept quiet.
“It could have hit you on your chest”, he screamed again.
“Is this a way to express your concern?”, I thought.
“GOD knows why everyone wants to join cricket. It is not everyone’s cup of tea”, he said very slowly but I heard him.
“No worries man. What happened if he said. You are just playing for fun. Enjoy !!”, Raghav said.
“No dude. What he said was wrong”, I said.
“Then brother what to do”, he mocked.
” One thing is that they don’t even give me batting”, I said.
“Then you insist them”
“Have you seen the coach’s face. He looks like a Villain from a flop Bollywood movie”, I was frustrated.
He laughed. I saw him. He stopped.
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“Sir I have been doing only catching practice from six days. Please give me batting, sir”, I pleaded to the rude coach.
“No, you are not even good at catching. Batting is very far for you”, he scolded.
I knew his reaction but still I asked because Raghav insisted me to do it again and again.
I got bored with those catching practice that I decided to sit on the bench near the nets. Raghav came near me and sat with me.
“Dude do you ever go to the class?”, I asked him.
“I don’t want to!”, he replied.
Some bats were kept aside the bench.
Raghav lifted one bat and starting imitating the batsman practicing in the nets.
“Leave, leave it”, the coach was rushing towards us.
I stood up.
“How dare you touch it, did I give you permission”, he said.
“N…………No s……sir”, Raghav murmured.
“You both give me your I cards”, he said.”Come on fast give, I’ll complain to the Principal”.
Our hands crumbled when we handed him the I Cards.
“RAGHAV GANDHI CLASS 11TH SCIENCE”, he read aloud.
“ROHIT KASHYAP CLASS 11TH SCIENCE”, he read my name and I felt proud for no reason.
He then turned my I card and read my father’s name.
“Aal…..”, he stopped while reading the name.
“What is your father’s name?”, he looked confused.
“SIR, ALOK KASHYAP”, I said.
“Aloo…….”, he said.
I was surprised after listening such a soft word from his mouth which only had harsh words !!
Thank you for reading !!
To be continued…….……
Part 1- https://kunal15.art.blog/2020/06/02/170/
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