There was pin drop silence in the room. The streets lights were still on. The sound of the fan was the only noice that was heard. Suddenly there was a noice, so much that it disturbed his sleep. His eyes opened. He was still sleepy,the alarm clock showed five thirty am. It was the coldest morning in that year, atleast for him it felt so. He managed to get out of his bed. After brushing his teeth, he walked straight into the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee. He always knew the importance of the early morning caffine hit.Then he walked out of the kitchen to his balcony to pick his early morning newspaper. After going through the headlines he headed straight into his room where he found his cricket kit. He packed it into one bag which contained all his bats, thigh guards, batting gloves, helmet, etc. It was the time for him to set his goals. He likes to listen to hard rock in the morning to get him motivated so that he set his goals high. He switched his laptop on from which the Turn the page song of Metallica streamed out. He set his goals. As a middle order batsman his goals always had been to come not out & help his team to win the match.
After having a quick shower he went to the pooja room to pray, which he had made a habbit right from his childhood days.He changed into a tshirt & shorts, walked off straight into the garage. His bike stood there as though awaiting for him. He got on top of that & placed his kitbag. The vehicle started in the first kick that he gave & accelarated like a ducati. The next moment he wasn't seen there.
He reached the ground well before time. After the warm up his team captain went in for toss. They won the toss & elected to bowl first. This was the most important game of the total tournament, no wonder it was called the finals.Their opponents have always given them trouble, but somehow due some extraordinary performance from his team, they always pulled it off. Now this was the match they were awaitting for a very long time. It would decide the best team in total country.
The first three & half hours went in a jiffy. The opponents had piled a huge six run per over target. His teammates were very confident. They were good chasers but you never knew when it came to finals, anything could happen due to the high pressure environment. The second half after luch begun. Suddeny he realised that his team were five down for nothing. The top order batsmen were back in the pavilion. It was his turn to bat. He put his left leg front & tied his pads. Got all the gears set. Wore his helmet & stepped into the white line. It was called white line syndrome, he always had it. Once he step's into the field he forgets everything. It was just one goal, one aim, one ambition, one determination, one motivation. Some call it taste for success some call it in some other way, for him it was all the same.All he remembered was they walked out of the ground with the stumps.

The next morning's newspapers flashed the photo of his team captain holding the trophy & the headlines read
BHARATHWAJ SLAMS TON IN (TEAM) WIN....

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