2025 

         10 years from now, 3650 days excluding the leap year, the life I am living now is going to change. The building I live in was built in 2000; it will complete its silver jubilee then. I will be 28 years old, single most probably but if misfortune strikes, married. The small kids, who we call and play cricket with just because big boys don't show up everyday, will be in colleges.
          I remember one uncle from my building who stops by while passing and watches us play and smiles, perhaps, becoming nostalgic, missing his youth and days he spent doing what we do now. And then there is an another uncle, living on the first floor, who doesn't return our ball if it goes in his house and breaks some glass stuff. 10 years down the lane, maybe, I will be the uncle stopping by the kids playing then. I hope they will still call me Omkar bhaiya and say, "aao na khelne" and tell me about their achievements in galli cricket. I'll just smile, praise and buy rubber balls for them. I even wish to buy the first floor flat where our ball goes and keep the windows open; let the ball come in and break the glass; break the showcase. I'd return the ball happily and keep the broken things as they are.
         Maybe someday early morning, I'll call up all my friends to play as we do now and the other kids would come by themselves hearing me call them. But how would they know if I called them? That is because I'll go near their windows and shout out their names as loud as I can. And after the game, I may treat everyone with jalebi and fafda as we do now. No matter how rich I become, no matter how famous I become, no matter how busy I am, no matter how old I will be, I would always keep a day aside, rest home, go in the first floor flat to see the broken glasses, call everyone up in the early morning, play, eat, treat, laugh, love and not only see how 10 years passed by but actually relive the time passed between 2015 and 2025.

  From a game to life

I was born in a small chawl in dadar. And the only tines our neighbours could hear us is when I used to cry or my parents and grandparents use to cheer for team Inida. So cricket was imbibed in me. I always used to forget numbers between 1-10 but 4 and 6 were never skipped. Like every Dadar guy even I stepped in shivaji park with a bat in my hand, and the first spot shown to me was lawn tennis court where Sachin first use to play lawn tennis. And then the journey began from a fan of cricket to a lover of the sport. I started believing cricket as religion and spelled Sachin as GOD. The ball stated changing from plastic to rubber from rubber to tennis and finally from tennis to season. It did not matter if I played a tournament on a big stadium or a match in the street (galli cricket as we all know). The love for cricket was the same and never ending.