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  1. NAYANIKA MAHTANI
  2. Contents
  3. Advance Praise for the Book
  4. 1947
  5. Drawing the Line
  6. Paper Boats
  7. Zero Hour
  8. The Referee
  9. Musaafir Khaana
  10. As if Nothing Had Happened
  11. No Man’s Land
  12. 2008
  13. Of Mice and Men
  14. There’s More to Life than Cricket
  15. Poster Girl
  16. Recess
  17. Talking in Riddles
  18. Blue-Black Nothings
  19. Selection Day
  20. We’ve Got News
  21. ‘That Voice’
  22. Winging It
  23. The Unspoken Code
  24. Mind the Gap
  25. Dragon Breath
  26. Nabeel’s Kitchen
  27. Sumo Wrestling
  28. War of the Roses
  29. Too Much to Digest
  30. Alphonso Season
  31. Glorious Uncertainties
  32. Stalkers
  33. Empty-handed
  34. The Bridge
  35. The High Road
  36. Houseful
  37. Acrylics and Oils
  38. Rukhsana
  39. Rahmat Bibi
  40. Threads
  41. Too Familiar
  42. Fireflies
  43. Four’s Company
  44. Howzat?
  45. The Little Green Dot
  46. Touching Distance
  47. Filter Coffee
  48. Deadlock
  49. Unforgotten
  50. The Envelope
  51. Highway Robbers
  52. Travel Companions
  53. Unseen
  54. 2012
  55. Pitching It Right
  56. Epilogue
  57. What Did I Miss?
  58. Erasure
  59. Author’s Note
  60. Bibliography
  61. Acknowledgements
  62. Read more in Penguin
  63. Read more in Penguin
  64. Read more in Penguin
  65. THE BEGINNING

The skipper of the Chippy Champs side, Simone Donnelly, was in fine form. When it was her turn to bat, she had smashed almost every Curry Cruisers bowler all over the park—and was now getting her bowlers to keep the run rate of the Curry Cruisers well in check.

Inaya was star-struck as she watched Simone, who was England’s biggest female star of tape-ball. Simone, a tall strapping girl, had grown up in Birmingham playing tape-ball cricket with a bunch of children of Pakistani origin in her neighbourhood. Twenty an over was a routine achievement for her—earning her a following not only in England but in Pakistan and Dubai as well.

The Curry Cruisers had a mammoth 142-run target facing them. Their skipper Shaheen along with the other opener, got off to a very respectable start, scoring 34 runs in the first 2 overs. But then Shaheen fell victim to a superb delivery. In the next 3 overs, the next pair put on a valuable 51-run partnership, but soon after, they were both out to successive balls.

This brought Inaya Haider and Lubna Ahsan in to bat. Inaya tapped her foot nervously as she looked at the scoreboard. Three wickets down and they were only at 85. They had to score 57 in the remaining 3 overs in order to win. It was a hugely ambitious ask. Lubna was the more experienced player, but Inaya had kept the scoreboard ticking too—and in the next 2 overs, they managed to rack up a commendable 29 runs.

The last over arrived. The Curry Cruisers needed 28 to win off 6 balls. Inaya was on strike. Judith Jones, who had an outstanding record in the death overs, was brought in to bowl. The first ball of the over was a bouncer. It went high over Inaya’s shoulder, sailed over the outstretched gloves of the wicketkeeper and bounced to the boundary for 4 byes. The umpire called it a wide. Inaya’s heart was racing, even as she thanked her lucky stars for those much-needed runs and the extra ball.

Six balls, 23 runs needed.

Judith came up to deliver the next ball.

‘ . . . the Curry Cruisers will really need to pull off a miracle here,’ said the commentator. ‘I’d say there isn’t much left in the game now . . . ’

Inaya flicked it on the leg side for a 4.

‘Oh, that’s a surprisingly lovely shot there,’ effused the commentator, in a sudden change of tone. ‘Haider is managing to keep her nerve even under pressure.’

Five balls, 19 runs needed.

Inaya looked around the field, mentally mapping the placement of the fielders. She tried to smash the next ball for 4 runs through a gap in the field, but it caught the edge of her bat and flew high, towards the boundary.

‘Oh, that looks like it will be caught!’ said the commentator, his voice going an octave higher with every word he spoke, ‘And it is!’

Inaya looked crestfallen. But seconds later, the commentator was on the air, all energized again.