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HOWZZAT!!

He had been waiting for so long for this match. It wasn’t everyday that an international match was held in his city. What made it more special was that his favourite teams were playing. It would be the clash of titans!

The stadium would be jam packed. He had to be there. He had made his arrangements beforehand. He wasn’t going to make any mistake this time.

The day finally came. Although it was a day and night match, he was up at 6 in the morning.

It took him an hour to reach the stadium. The security was tight and each and every belonging of his was checked thoroughly. After all these ordeals he was finally inside. He hurried to get a nice place for himself.

The atmosphere was electric. Thousands of fans had turned up to cheer their favourites. Flags fluttered in the air, and slogans were being chanted. The bowler of the opposition team came on with full steam, and the batsman pulled it for four. The crowd was on its feet, Roaring! At the same time he picked up his camphor and moved to the next aisle, shouting ‘Kafee! Kafee”

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Pallav said…
You planning to take over my blog ;)

Nice story.

N
April 9, 2007 at 7:23 AM
Bharti Bedi said…
@NM:
dude thats not possible..um nowhere near u...thanx for liking my stuff.
April 9, 2007 at 8:37 AM
Anonymous said…
oye puttar
mere ko pasand aa gya yeh wala
unlike anil kumble tu to spin karva sakti hai yar..
April 23, 2007 at 8:38 AM
Aarish said…
i simply loved this one, no particular reason!!! ( maybe 'cause i love coffee!) ....
May 3, 2007 at 11:16 AM
Bharti Bedi said…
@chatterbox
i love cofee too..:)
welcome to the island
May 4, 2007 at 5:44 AM
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