Beautiful voice man!
He is way way more talented than all of other kashmiris who have been on that stage.
She carries a smile like a textbook straight drive - unhurried, unblemished, struck from the very middle of the bat.
There is class in her, like a backfoot punch timed to perfection - no force, only precision. No noise, only certainty. +++
She is not merely beautiful.
She is poetry that learned to play cricket.
And I? I am merely the bowler at the other end - run-up full of intention, plans carefully laid, only to watch my line, my length, and my composure dissolve at the sight of her stance.
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She need not raise her bat to conquer.
Her mere presence is a century - silent, sublime, and utterly complete.
Credits: @bleedingkoshur

























