It was a very cloudy evening and the sun was overshadowed by the mighty, foggy clouds. I had a lot of overdue homework, however, who would force themselves through boring Mughal history rather than play cricket? So, going against my mum’s advice, I went outside to play.
The ground was a bit damp from the rain earlier in the day, and the cool breeze added a refreshing touch to the air. We were a small group, but that didn’t matter — it was all about the game, the thrill of hitting the ball, and the competitive banter between us. The faint sound of distant thunder added an odd sense of urgency to our play, but no one seemed to care. The game continued, with everyone desperately trying to outdo each other with impressive shots and quick runs.
As the sky darkened further, the atmosphere became even more electric. I felt a bit guilty for neglecting my homework, but the excitement of the game kept pulling me in. It was one of those rare moments when the world outside your immediate circle fades away, and all that matters is the present — every catch, every run and every shout of triumph or frustration. It felt like time stood still, and I didn’t want it to end.
Enjoying myself to the fullest, I watched as the batsman prepared to hit. Stupidly, I went up to ask him if we should have a night match and then — CRASH! The bat struck me directly in the mouth. A tooth went flying, and my lips looked like a smashed strawberry.
Upon reaching home with my friends, my mother turned as white as fresh milk. When I looked in the mirror, I broke into tears at my reflection. My mum quickly gave me an ice pack and took me to the doctor.
At the hospital, the doctor said I would need stitches. I did not want stitches — the thought of them made me tremble with fear. Livid, I argued a lot. Eventually, I persuaded my parents to call off the idea.
Frustrated, my parents asked the doctor what else could be done. The doctor said to let time do its job, and it should heal eventually. That loosened me up a lot. He also mentioned I might have a scar, but does that really matter?
Over time, the swelling began to fade. My lip started looking more natural, and my teeth adjusted, feeling normal again. Around two weeks later, my lip was nearly fully healed, the scar barely visible and my mood much lighter.
After this painful experience, I have now learnt never to go near a batsman while he or the bowler is getting ready to play. Some life lessons come the hard way, and this was one of them. The excitement of the game had completely taken over my senses, making me careless about my surroundings. But pain has a way of engraving wisdom deep into memory.
This incident not only taught me caution, but also patience. Healing took time, and I had no choice but to endure it. I also realised how quickly accidents can happen when we’re too caught up in the moment. So, if there’s one thing I would tell anyone who plays cricket, it’s this — stay alert, stay safe and always respect the game.
Published in Dawn, Young World, March 8th, 2025
