The White Domed Marble named cricket....
This is a game dear to a billion hearts. For many old timers, like myself, cricket is more than just another legacy that the British left behind amidst a bloody partition and a triumphant declaration of independence. Inseparable part of my childhood was growing up playing cricket in the dusty streets, damaging many street lights, window panes. Amidst all those brittle objects that we physically damaged while playing, a strong monument was getting built - A monument of love for the game - an unexplained attraction to its charm, spirit that would stay with us for a long time . A feeling familiar to those who have played the game with their school friends, neighbors. Many of us learnt to love the game even before we learnt to love. We learnt the game from school friends, perhaps the same time we learnt about Taj Mahal and Shah Jehan s love for Mumtaz in history lessons. As a child going to school, the two things that fascinated me about India were its cricket team and the Taj Mahal, t