India won the Cricket World Cup, after a super game against Sri Lanka, and the whole country probably exploded in sheer joy! YAAAYYYY!!!
Watching the match quietly on live streaming, from Hanoi, I truly truly missed being in Mumbai last night to savour the electric atmosphere from the well-deserved win. I’m no cricket expert, not even much of a fan, but I was impressed by the very professional play from our team. Sri Lanka were great too, but naturally my heart beat for India, and kept beating faster as the match progressed.
Shweta & her baby, Ahaan, came over to watch with us. I couldn’t bear the tension, so Shweta & I hysterically tossed a soft baby ball at each other to relieve our stress.
Vaishnavi, in Singapore, took a ‘maun vrat’ (vow of silence) and refused to budge from her seat even for a loo break. I took at least a dozen of those breaks. Shweta kept texting the score to her hubby who was stuck in Vietnam hinterland for an off-site meeting. Apparently, our ‘live’ streaming had a 3-minute delay, because when Souvik called Ma, she let us know that Virat Kohli was out, which we got to watch after a few balls. That was eerie, like Minority Report! Facebook was abuzz with crazy, fervent messages from everybody. Vaishnavi was fairly ‘vocal’ on FB, to make up for her physical silence!
I woke up this morning to read the news in all the Indian papers – only about India’s win – what a surprise
And since they were made to commemorate India’s win, they ended up looking something like this:
Ok, ok, it’s cheesy, I know, but I just couldn’t resist!