Physical Address
304 North Cardinal St.
Dorchester Center, MA 02124
Physical Address
304 North Cardinal St.
Dorchester Center, MA 02124
Dear Chetshwar raised,
When the news of your International retirement brokeNot only did he feel like the end of a race, he felt like the end of an era. Suddenly, all fans who never defended the “proper test cricket” on a noisy Chai stop or in a WhatsApp group felt a punch on the throat. Because you were not just a batter; You were our last permanent argument. In a world -obsessed world, strike rates and viral rollers, you made the defense forward seemed to be an act of rebellion. He reminded us that the battle could still be treated with patience, stubbornness and a straight bat that remained like a sword. And yes, sometimes it frustrated us, but in the background we loved you for it.
Your 92 in Bengaluru against Australia 2017 was not just once, it was a marathon that caused the bowls to lose their desire to go. That 2021 Sydney and Brisbane epic? You have not just scored the races; He carried bruises like medals. Each time the body was a reminder that the test cricket continues to be a heartbeat contest, not only highlighting the rollers. And whenever we thought that India could collapse -you stayed there, unmistakably, bluntly, like a man who had been told that his train was late and decided to simply drink his chai slowly.
Fans used to joke that see you bat was like seeing dry paint. But here is the thing: this painting was the basis of India’s biggest test wins abroad. Without you, those glorious finishes, the fireworks of pants, the kohli punches, the defiance ashwin, could never have been possible. You were the quiet engineer who built the stage while others danced. And you never complained. Without breast stroke, no headlines, no hustle and bustle. It only runs, grit and the occasional dazzle that could melt the ego of fast bowling.
Today, the cricket will continue to go, as it always does. The new heroes will come, the new formats will be excited and the world will continue to turn at T20 speed. But somewhere in Rajkot, there is a boy-fight in his living room, playing the most solid defense that his mother has ever seen. And we know exactly who aims to be.
So thank you, Chetshwar. For every hour you had to suffer bowls. For each scar you won on behalf of your team. For all the Indians who said, “Relax, go, go up still beat, we are fine.” You were not just 2.0 wall. You were the patience we didn’t know we needed.
With more respect and admiration,
The times of cricket