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Head still, bat straight, ball gone.

Whites on, worries off.

Pads, gloves, patience.

Twenty-two yards of calm.

Chasing targets, not people 🏏

Leather on willow, sun on my back.

Run-up ready.

Stumps down, heart up.

One over at a time.

Cover drive, clear mind.

Middle of the bat, middle of the moment.

Evening nets and orange skies.

Came in to bat, got out first ball, now I’m the team photographer.

I don’t drop catches. I give the ball a second chance.

My batting average is lower than my phone battery at night.

Took guard for five minutes. Stayed at the crease for two balls.

Appealed for everything. Got nothing. Still confident.

The ball went to the boundary. So did my dignity, chasing it.

Bowled a wide so wide it needed a passport.

My fielding position is “wherever the ball isn’t.”

Hit one six in practice three years ago and I still bring it up at every family dinner.

Called for a quick single. My partner is still thinking about it, halfway down the pitch, looking at me like I betrayed him.

Match was rained off. The samosas in the pavilion were not, and I took that as a personal win 😂

Kept wicket for one over and my hands still haven’t forgiven me.

Scored eleven runs and celebrated like it was a hundred.

Golden duck, golden smile.

Out LBW. Disagree respectfully.

Batting like I pay for broken windows.

Selected for the team. Just to carry drinks 🥤

Swing big, miss bigger.

My only strike rate is at the snack table.

Fielding at fine leg, finely sleeping.

The pitch was fine. I wasn’t.

Hat-trick of dropped catches 🙃

Fast bowler, slow texter.

Retired hurt. Mostly my ego.

Umpire’s call and my feelings are hurt.

I’m bowled over by this weekend.

Not out, just out of office.

Over and over, still in love with this game.

Wicket-ly good time at the ground.

Stumped by how fast the season went.

This view is simply boundary-less.

I had a ball, then I lost it over the wall.

Pitch perfect afternoon.

Bat-ter late than never at the nets.

Caught in the moment. The umpire agreed.

Declared: officially on a cricket break.

Spin me around, I’m a leg-break at heart.

Give me the last over and step back.

Set the field. I’ll find the gap anyway.

I don’t chase scores, I set them.

Bowl short to me once. Only once.

Yorker ready, attitude loaded.

Sledging bounces off. Sixes don’t.

Pressure is just another delivery to play.

Took strike in the final over like it was my birthday.

Pace is my language and the stumps understand it.

Quiet in the dressing room, loud on the scoreboard.

You spin it, I read it, the crowd sees it land in row twelve.

Came in at number seven and finished the job.

Street rules: one tip, one hand, and the window is out.

Brick stumps, tennis ball, best friends, zero umpires.

We played until the streetlights came on and then a bit more.

Whoever owns the bat decides who’s out. Basic law. The constitution of every street in the neighborhood.

Lost the ball over the neighbor’s wall. Match abandoned. Aunty is keeping it as evidence 😅

Every friend group has one guy who never gets out. He’s me.

Sunday cricket on the terrace with the loudest crew in the building.

Rooftop pitch, chalk crease, endless arguments 🏏

Friends who fetch the ball from the drain are real friends.

Tape on the ball, tape on the bat, magic on the street.

Played fifty overs of arguing and ten overs of cricket.

Chai break at the corner shop, then back to the match.

Whites clean, bat knocked in, ready.

Nets at six, match at ten, no complaints 💪

Grip, stance, backlift. The rest is practice.

Sun-darkened arms and a new pair of gloves.

My kit bag weighs more than my problems and smells worse after a long weekend of matches.

Short run-up, big heart.

Built on early nets and long bowling spells.

If the ball’s in the air, it’s mine.

Collar up, cap low, eyes on the bowler.

Batting gloves, stubble and a scoreboard that likes me 😎

Bowling like a girl means bowling them out.

Pads on, ponytail tight, ready to bat.

Yes, I know what a googly is. Next question.

Hit it like I mean it, because I do 🏏

She reads the spin before you read the scorecard.

Keeping wicket and keeping my cool ✨

Stadium selfie, jersey on, cheering louder than anyone.

Cricket girl: knows the field placements and the best stadium snacks.

Took the catch, fixed my hair, back to position.

The boys stopped laughing after my first over, and started asking for bowling tips after my second.

My heartbeat follows the scoreboard.

Match day at home: TV on, snacks out, whole family yelling.

Stadium seats, painted faces and a sea of flags 🏟️

I’ve cancelled plans for a last-over finish and I’d do it again.

Cricket isn’t a sport in our house. It’s a family meeting.

The radio commentary on my grandfather’s set still sounds like home.

Every boundary gets a celebration on this sofa, and every wicket gets a lecture to the TV.

Watching a close chase with my dad is the best kind of stress.

My childhood smells like cut grass and a new cricket ball.

Cheered so loud the neighbors checked the score.

Sunscreen, a hat and a whole day at the ground ☀️

Five-day test, five days of snacks, five days of my mom asking why the match still isn’t over.

Won the toss, chose to bat, owned the day.

Captaincy is setting the field and trusting ten other people.

Every field change was a conversation with my gut.

Leading this team is my favorite responsibility 🏆

The trophy is heavy. The team made it feel light.

Called heads, won the toss, won the series.

A captain eats last at the team dinner and celebrates first.

My bowlers deserve this photo more than I do. They bowled their hearts out in the heat all afternoon.

Toss, team talk, trophy. In that order.

Proud to lead the loudest dressing room in the league.

Cricket taught me that one bad ball doesn’t make a bad over.

You can be out any delivery. That’s why every one matters.

Patience is a skill. Test cricket is the classroom 🏏

Some friendships start with “Can I bat next?” and last long after the street gets repainted.

Grew up with a bat in hand and a street for a stadium.

The best innings are built slowly, one single at a time.

Scoreboards forget. The people you played with don’t.

Every dropped catch taught me to keep my eyes on the ball, on and off the field.

Cricket gives you long hours to think and a single moment to act.

The pitch changes over five days. So do you.