Aug 19, 2007 12:55 AM
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When I was a kid, I was heavily into cricket. My father had bought me a good cricket kit of Symonds which I cherished dearly. The kit consisted of a bat, balls, batsman's pads, batting gloves, and various guards. That kit made a big impression on my friends and I always used to get the first batting in lieu of allowing others to use my kit.
That was twenty years back. Last week when I was cleaning my attic, I found the kit in an old chest. Memories and nostalgia rushed back. Much of the stuff was still intact, though a little worn out at places. Since we were facing space constraint, I had to dispose them off. But I could not just give it away to anybody. There were no good cricket clubs in the area too. And I has doughts that my daughters would ever take to cricket!
I could not bear the thought of selling the stuff to some scrap dealer. So I argued and argued with my wife till she relented and allowed me to keep those things in the attic. So the kit lies there peacefully, until next time when they can be given away to someone who really deserves them.