Looking at Pujara Bat was moving poetry. Pujara is retiring quietly unforgettable. | Broken Cricket Dreams Cricket Blog

The sun comes up. The wind whistles. The bowler runs into and releases the ball. It reaches Pujara. Pujara leaves. Tap. Tock. Tap. Tock. **** The sun is shining clear now. The Bowler sweat. Another delivery, Pujara defends. The field players look at the air. Spectators break with their fingers. Tap. Tock. Tap. Tock. **** […]