The Sweet Pain of Watching India Play South Africa


The Sweet Pain of Watching India Play South Africa

Illustration: Akshita Monga


ne of my major resolutions for 2018 was finding a way out of relationships in which I felt constantly let down and disappointed. The first thing I did was delete the number of the shady Chinese place down the street, and the second was to take a pledge to never again be a witness to India getting pounded on yet another overseas tour.  

I have given up more sleep for the Indian cricket team than I have for any girlfriend. I have stayed up late in the night to watch India getting hammered in England and I have woken up before my grandfather to watch India being trampled in New Zealand. If there is one thing I have learnt after following cricket for more than 15 years, it is that the Indian team is like that lousy boyfriend who just cannot do long-distance relationships.