"Indians are very passionate people -you know dear" was the reaction of Mrs Pitt, (My flatmate's mother) when I told her of my growing passion for VVS Laxman in the summer of 2003.
It had been a long hot summer, and I had become enamoured of this very fine batsman- (while painting lovely, silly Nana Jude's kitchen) and as the temperature and his batting averages increased- so did my affection.
Surprisingly for me, (as I had had no actual contact with the man) he felt the attraction too, and started ringing the house........ Mainly just before I got home from somewhere, and -he always spoke to my flatmate Kerrie. Try and try as she might, she could never arrange for us to meet. She would invite him over to dinner on Thursday, but he would have to play another day down in Melbourne- or another time I remember he was be stuck in a Press Conference, and did not arrive until I had just left the house.
Would we never get it together???????
As the test came to a close, I was devastated that I might not see him before he went back to India!
My one true love! VVS! VVS! The time came, when I saw that plane that must hold my love-flying right over my head!
He must come back, I hoped, preyed, wept, etc etc. No histrionics were spared to display to the world my despair. As Valentines Day ominously loomed, every cut out pink heart seemed to cut my heart to the very core. HOW! How could he forsake me! After all we had been through together!
On February 14th morning came, and every lover loving, appeared to be dressed in cricket flannels. Every kiss on the lips seemed to sound like the sound of a cricket ball being hit (By HIM!) to another century. I was in a daze. Heaven knows how I got through that cruel day.
It was not till evening that as I approached my house (in which I had so very nearly had so many fun times with VVS) with a heavy head. Walking along with my nose to the ground, every piece of gravel passed my wandering eye like the camera doing a panoramic sweep of the crowd in the SCG. (ooh! look! There is a really pretty piece sunning itself!) Then! I saw a flash of red.
Red!
On my front doorstep!
My pulse raced, my heart was in my mouth. I just knew it! It was from him! What could it be? Had he found my hearts desire? It was a parcel! I love parcels! And what was it in this box? Every womans true desire! In short, my friends, yes.......It was a box of frozen chico rolls.
When I recovered from the dead swoon in which I had found myself, I read the note accompanying the parcel, which can be seen for time immemorial- displayed upon my fridge.
This is the way I will always remember VVS. It may have been that he went out and got married the day after he sent me the Chico Rolls (which are so hard to come by in India). But he knows, and I know, that always in his heart I will always be his Dahl Princess.
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Was VVS ever a pirate?
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