the perfect shot

He hoped that the teacher wouldn’t notice but she did.

“Why are your socks so dirty?”

He faked ignorance, “Sorry ma’am”

“Next time, I’ll throw you out of the class,” the teacher reprimanded.

Later that day, he was seen near the banyan tree. Slung from one of its branches were his socks with a cricket ball in them. He calculated. These would last another fifteen days. He should be able to bargain a new pair for Dusshera. Till then, he had to make do.

For now, he picked his bat and started hitting the ball, a little better each time.

If you have judged him by his scores and his shots, you have got it wrong.  A billion people have aspired to be him at some point or the other in the last twenty years. Hence, Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. Hence, God.