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All through life you meet different people... Many of whom become friends, and some who remain acquaintances. As you move on with life some of these friendships last, and some don't. In sport, more often than not, these relationships last for life- you make friends that you never lose.

In June, earlier this year, I met 31 such people who I believe have become (my) friends for life.
Guntur, ACA Women's Cricket Academy, JKC College- the venue of our ZCA South Zone camp. It was there that I met some special people- players, coaches, support staff and groundsmen alike- who made the experience all the more enjoyable.

Whether it was during a fitness session/ skills session/ quiz/ lecture/ meal we had an absolute blast. Unknowingly we grew closer as the days zoomed by. It took a week or so for everyone to settle in and become comfortable. I remember, during our first fitness session, I was sitting with Sunitha Anand and everyone was sitting in little groups- each state together- and Sunni laughed and said, "In a few days no one will realize we're all from different states because everyone will be sitting together!"
... A week later, and I was sitting with Sunni again, but this time things had changed. The groups were there, but they were groups of FRIENDS, girls from different states sitting together, animatedly talking about something that had happened during breakfast or lunch. I couldn't help but laugh when Sunni said "I told you so!"

I'm glad she turned out to be right, because the people I met are really special and without them Guntur wouldn't have been half as fun!

It was the story of buttermilk (coutesy Krithika Hariharan and her buttermilk making expertise), fines (courtesy Nishant Sir and his trusted aides who turned in all that was left behind), the physio camp (courtesy Pallavi ma'am and all those who wanted to make sure she always had something to do- ESPECIALLY Vandy and Shilpa), a quiz (courtesy all the support staff, especially Nishant Sir who allowed the 'Sparkling Angels' to win by default), imitations (courtesy Shilpa Chandran) and our team song, 'Tu Jaane Na' (courtesy Anusha and her undying love for the same)! It was a journey that had a fairytale ending-- with us charging on to the field and uprooting the stumps... It ended with the South Zone being crowned NCA Inter Zonal Champions!


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