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Remembering Thatha...

It’s been 3 years, but I still haven’t gotten over the fact that I won’t see my grandfather again… Whenever I come back from practice or have done particularly well in a match I think of Thatha and how much of a support he was. When I first started playing, every time we played a match, Thatha would come and watch, no matter how far the ground was from home. He watched me first score my first runs for my club and for the state. He saw me take my first catch. The only thing he missed was my first wicket for the state, which only came in my second tournament!

What I miss most about Thatha was our trips to the station before every tour. He made it a point to speak to every member of the team—find out their name, what they were (batswoman/ bowler/ keeper, etc)—and he would say good luck to each one individually (WITH the name). After one meeting Thatha knew all my teammates! It was rather amazing…

The year Thatha passed away I had what I believe was my ‘breakthrough’ season. I scored my first half century in the Under 19’s and broke into the Senior team. It was a huge break for me and all I could think of was how proud he would have been. There would’ve been ice cream after dinner!

Two years have passed since then and after having done well in the T20’s this season I got another chance to prove my worth—one step higher; and all I can think of NOW is how he’s not here for me to tell him. The minute I was given the news, there was, quite obviously, a feeling of pride and relief, but I also felt slightly empty… The tears just came…

I know that wherever he is, he’s bought a box of butterscotch ice cream and is smiling with pride as he eats it… Hopefully I give him more chances to buy ice cream in the future!

'The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams!'

Comments

  1. Anonymous12 May 2011 at 21:10

    My tatha loved butterscotch ice cream=D And chocolates. This blog post opened up some memories, thank you Ananya:) They're amazing people. They are!

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  2. sacshi15 May 2011 at 21:46

    awesome!!

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  3. Unknown17 May 2011 at 10:59

    wonderful keep posting
    jee coimbatore

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  4. Shebani19 September 2011 at 20:48

    An angel who will never leave your side...

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