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The Indian dream, a dream shared by lot of people in the country. A dream to excel, to be the best. A dream to take country to greater heights. A simple dream seen through the eyes of a fourteen year old.........
I stood there thinking, I stood there concentrating, and all I could see was the white stumps. The worn out white ball in my hand suddenly felt heavy, it was heavy with pressure, it was heavy with expectations of one billion people cheering. The equation was simple, one ball two runs we lose, one ball one wicket we win. My shoulder felt stiff, my back shouted in pain, my brain consoled them.
Advices flew freely in the air, my captain and my senior players all looked nervous, they all had the same prayer playing in their heart. The batsman was ready, the umpire waited, the crowd roared. I could hear all the one billion people praying, praying to different Gods but for the same thing. The moment had come; when all the people stood together and hoped it would come true, hoped the great Indian dream would come true.
Just one more ball to go, all that stood between us and the World cup now was an Australian wicket. I started the run up, and tried to deaf myself from the majestic roar of the Indian crowd. I was almost near the wicket ready for the jump. Time had come for the country's fastest bowler to prove his worth. Time was just right for the magical ball that would uproot the stumps.
A perfect yorker, bails flying and wickets all over the place. Team mates ran up to me and hugged me, the crowd went berserk, and they danced to the tunes of victory. The moment brought them all together, the riots were forgotten, the hatred melted away, all that I saw around was happy faces hugging each other and waving the tri colour.
My captain Arjun came up to me; he put his hand over my shoulder and said
"You have fulfilled every Indian's dream today Aamir. Take a victory lap around the ground."
I ran around the empty ground shouting with no one but a single crow on the tree looking at me. It was not surprised looking at me running around the ground. Every single day I spent practicing in the nets, the story was the same. Every single day the dream was the same. Like every single kid in the country, I dreamed of winning the World cup for
I finally got tired and collapsed on the ground, I lay there with my arms wide open. The clear blue stretched above me, my eyes saw the clear blue sky but my brain was busy with sights of the World cup victory.
I closed my eyes to listen to the commentators shouting
India have Won The World Cup, A Dream come true for Millions of fans around the country
The Indian dream dedicated to the country which has given me the opportunity to dream, a country which has given me the freedom to dream.