..his own image

I'm not cricket fan, but have been asked to read, umpteen times by Abi, the prose used to describe him in articles. I mostly felt like i was reading Kabir ke dohe or one of Rumi's couplet. Words never seemed enough.

Right now, i see crowds cheer non-stop, erupt into joy and sadness in unison. From politicians, businessmen, actors, retired players across countries and enthusiastic crazy-face painted folks thronging to savour each and every second his feet are on the field. Everyone without exception has spoken about the incomparable role-model he has sustained to remain for so so many years. 

I see everyone attempting the task of trying to let go. Sadly and as it is, they find it more difficult than they thought it would.

The ideas like carpe-diem, meditative focus and unconditional love can all be understood (a bit) more easily in this one occasion.

Which God wouldn't like to watch the adulation he receives in....