Epilogue II
I sat at my home computer in Singapore. My wife came to my desk at midnight.
'Can you leave this story for now? You have done what you could. He'll tell you if
anything happens,' she said.
'Yes, but they are in London right now. The operation is over, Ali's doing physio
exercises everyday. He could be ready for a batting test anytime.'
'You have been saying the same thing over and over since last month. Now can you
please turn off the light?'
I lay down and thought about them. It was day time in London. Would the doctors
agree to let him go to the cricket field for a test today? What would happen if he faces
a ball after such a long gap? Will the new wrist be too delicate to play sports?
Thoughts continued to swirl as I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I woke up early. I had an SMS from Govind.
doc approves ali 2 play,
fingers X. pls pray,
v hit pitch 2mrow
I went to office the next day. London is eight hours behind Singapore, and 1 checked
my phone during my evening coffee at 4 p.m. I had no message. I left office at 8 p.m. I
was in the taxi when my phone beeped.
ish bowls 2 ali.
ali moves fwd & turns.
straight 6...!