8) Dreams and Goals

On the Leg side, Mid on was up, a deep mid wicket and a deep square leg and a short fine leg were present

On the Off side, There was Long off, deep Cover, and deep extra Cover, backward point and a short third man present.

The field was heavily guarded to the front while the back was completely empty.

My weakness, Is i can't really hit the ball with confidence if i see such a fieldset.

My only option was to either take a risk and scoop it or to reverse sweep the seamer.

Nobody has the time to reverse sweep a seamer bowling 140+ Kms.

But, being a weakness, I'll need to practice this shot.

A reverse sweep both against seamers and spinners.

And that was why i set up this field.

the scoops, dabs, Sweeps and reverse sweeps acme in handy whenever this field was set and there was a target to chase.

a good length ball, Tried to scoop it.

Was a success.

Got a valuable 1.

The 2nd ball was a Good ball targeting the stumps.

I had no option but to take a single.

The 3rd one was a length ball half volley.

I tried Slamming it over the firlders but instead got cought by the deep extra cover fielder.

That was it for my training today.

That's the mechanism here, if you lose your wicket you cannot practice for atleast 2 hours.

I headed back to the class, the momebt i got there, There stood Stella with a serious expression on her face.

"Are you pitying me and my family?"

"What?"

"I asked you are you pitying my family condition?"

"No... I myself live in poverty. I come by Train."

"Why... Did you send those gifts to my parents than?"

"Well..."

"Was it to impress me?"

I was quite glad nobody else was in the class right now. If anyone was there, My already worst reputation would have been down the gutter by now.

"No... that's not it."

"Than why?"

"I don't really know either. Honestly... Stella, why am I helping your parents?"

I asked her, something she probably couldn't answer. She seemed annoyed as she said.

"How would I know idiot."

Figures.

"In not pitying you or your family condition. It's definately not pity Stella. That I'm sure if."

"Than why?"

"It's hard to explain, or rather Impossible yo explain."

The truth is, the reason why I did all that was because they reminded me of my parents.

Poverty striken life.

We lived everyday life normally but were most of the time pennyless.

At some point after graduation, I couldn't land a Job that was why I decided to make my shit in the army and Police after thorough preparation.

At some point I felt it was impossible but still went through with it and studied hard.

Getting the Job.

But, what saved our lives wasn't my Job but my sister's Big contract in the film Industry and the Property land getting sold.

Which happened 8 Months before my selection.

To which I was quite thankful for.

Because I could take my first attempt in the 2nd round that year and not the first to which I wasn't prepared for.

So, by the time I got the Job, My parents were already doing well because of my sister and the left over property sold money.

So, leaving them the 10 Lakhs and the additional 10 Lakhs for Sacrifice to the nation was given to my parents so they were living quite well now.

Probably. But, in all honesty by the time I died, They already didn't have much time left on them.

Maybe another 10-12 Years.

Meaning travel for them would be very hard so they couldn't go anywhere often.

And the medical expenses must be quite alot too.

Tho they didn't have any diseases or problems before my death but they were at that age right now.

So, they didn't really get to enjoy life to the fullest always worrying about the piling debts and Problems everyday.

Worry of debt collocters coming home, the list job of my father, My mother's daily problems and many other things.

Which caused High BP's for them.

But, my sister came to save us all.

And by the time of my death she was pretty damn famous.

She was a loving sister.

Thought we had fights off n physical we still were close enough to not be called strangers

Right when I was thinking about giving up and looking for a job again, she came to the rescue.

I'm quite greatful to her for that.

I actually never wanted to live past my parents, so it was quite fortunate that I died at 30.

And am now here.

"Hey..."

"Hey... Are you listening?"

"Aah... Yaa, sorry. What were you saying."

"Aah... Whatever, So you want to continue doing this?"

"Yes very much so, Also... I ripped those bastards off so, you'll get a 50000 share every month."

"Huh? What?"

"I'll deposit it into your account."

"7.5 Lakhs are yours anyway... I ripped them off so I take half... If that's ok with you."

"What? What? What's going on."

"Just give me your number. I'll send the money."

"Aahhh... Whatever here take it."

"Thankyou. By the way, why isn't anyone in the class right now?"

"Huh? Aah... Yaa, I forgot. Its PE period."

"Wait seriously? Huurreeyyyy!!"

"Hey... Wait."

"Ooh yaa, here is the deposited money receipt. Enjoy."

"8 Lakhs? seriously? I... Can't believe there are 8 Laksh in my account Right now."

Anyway, Her parents.

The reason why I'm doing this is because...

Her parents look exactly like mine.

I want to do something for them because, I've felt like I was never useful to mine.

That's why this time, I won't fail to provide for them, When they need it.

Even though they aren't really my old parents.

I'm kinda missing them.

All these days since I came here and not once have 1 not felt Lonely thinking about them.

I hope they are doing OK.