Cricket
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A walk on Bolton Road
To walk on Bolton Road was to be free. Free from the clutches of the glitz and the glamour that the lights of Tivoli threw on your face. Continue reading
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A World Without You – Five Years Later
12th September is the hardest day of the year. Continue reading
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Completing fourteen years as a professional cricketer
In the fifteen seasons that I have played so far as a professional, I can honestly attest that I have never shied away from giving my best and going above and beyond the call of duty. Continue reading
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AFTER THE BOUNCER
It appears at first to be an innocuous-looking deliverywhich acquaints itself with the width of the surfacegrazing it lightly and rearing up without any shameup to a height which possesses no respectability at all. You’re stuck midway between going forward and backin a state of mind airline pilots call ‘the point of no return.’You hope Continue reading
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ESCAPE
When days pass you by in a blur,And weeks zoom in and out of scene,Reminding me of what we were,They take me back to where we’d been. How do you feel in the place you are in?Does the endless pain ever subside?Do your veins throb from within?Every rule of Life by which we abide. Your Continue reading
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A WORLD WITHOUT YOU
Holding my hand when the darkness came,Calming me down when the hurricanes lashed,You remained steadfast in every frame,No matter how often my ideals crashed. What was it that I did not learn from you?Your name is synonymous with sweat and toil.No matter how many I got or how few,Your story is engraved deep into Hyderabad’s Continue reading
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REJECTION
Rejection, which you fear greatly now, will have no bearing on how you are perceived by your mother, me and others who love you. Mehdi Hasan, whenever he pitches on middle and leg, terrified of your whip towards mid-wicket, wishes, perhaps, for gentleness. Continue reading
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WELL COOKED, CHEF ALASTAIR
Alastair Cook walked out to the middle for the last time on 11 September after calling time on his international career. He said that he had ‘nothing left in the tank’ and admitted that the single-minded devotion he always had was gone- a subtle way of saying that he had given it his all while Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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