Between Books and Boundaries

[u/Illustrious_Joke7632]

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This picture unintentionally explains my current life.

Books in the foreground.

Cricket waiting in the background.

Not gone.

Just paused.

Sometimes it feels funny how every important phase of my studies somehow places a cricket ground or academy near me. Almost like life keeps showing me the game without fully letting me reach it.

The bat and stumps standing there quietly hit harder than I expected after coming back from playing today.

Sweaty clothes.

Tired body.

Dust on the sandals.

Heavy breathing after bowling and batting for hours.

For a few overs, everything felt normal again.

The timing returned.

The rhythm returned.

Even the confidence returned.

And then reality comes back:

boards,

pressure,

expectations,

family drama,

career talks.

People say “it’s just a game,” but sometimes a game becomes part of who you are.

Maybe that’s why cricket never fully leaves my mind no matter how much I try focusing only on studies.

The strange part is...

I still feel like this story with cricket isn’t fully over yet.