Dugo_Writings

After eighteen long years, here it was!!! We were in the finals yet again!! And, 3rd June 2025, was the finale🔥 With such an outstanding performance by each individual in every game, I truly believed this was the year we’d finally win that maiden trophy! Social media was buzzing with all kinds of content about RCB—expected celebrations, the emotional rollercoaster of a journey till 2025, poojas, prayers—it all connected with me deeply. And not just in Bengaluru; it was the entire country celebrating the team’s journey. Man! It is indeed a damn special team and a special year!!! I felt just like everyone else out there, wanting my team, my captain, my king to lift his trophy this year. Never had I imagined that I would become this emotional, fuzzy, and on edge with just the thought of the match. I needed some kind of reassurance that we were going to win—more than anything else in the world that day. I even wanted to reconnect with people I had drifted apart from, just to talk to ...

Like most youngsters, I too fell for the world’s most handsome and talented genius — Mr. Cheeku!!! I never imagined that I would one day go crazy about cricket, because the last page of my newspaper was never even touched. If I remember correctly, I watched a match sometime around 2009–10, and I prayed to the universe for India to win. Trust me, I had zero knowledge about cricket back then — but still, I prayed. Before I knew it, I started reading my newspaper from the last page. I began reading every article about him in all the newspapers our library subscribed to. I even got my own newspaper subscription — a luxury during my school days. Within a short span of time, I had an entire book exclusively for Virat, filled with cut-outs from newspapers, magazines, and even some printed photos. I was so crazy about him that I used to write imaginary conversations between us. I truly enjoyed every second of creating that souvenir. Without even realizing it, I ended up with an email ID that h...