An open message to Chesshwar Pujara on his international retirement

Dear Chesshwar Pujara,

When you are your news International retirement eruptedIt was not the end of a profession, as I felt as if it were the end of an era. Suddenly, each of the fans who defended the “appropriate cricket test” was felt in a noisy chassis or in the WhatsApp group to a block in their throat. Because you were not just a mixture. You are our last permanent argument. In a world obsessed with protocols, half a strike and virus virgins, the front defense made it look like a rebellion. It has reminded us that beating is still possible to be around patience, stubbornness and straight bats such as the sword. And yes, sometimes we were frustrated, but in our depths, we loved it.

92 in Bangaluru against Australia In 2017 it was not just a blow, a marathon made the archers lose the will to attract. That 2021 Sydney and Brisbane epic? You are not only registered. You are wearing bruises like medals. Each blow in the body was a reminder that the cricket test was still a heartbeat competition, not just highlighting rollers. Whenever we thought that India had collapsed, it stood there, not moving, not easy, like the man who was told that his train is late and decided to slowly.

Fans used to joking that the bats were watching you like watching dry paint. But this is the thing: this paint was the basis for the greatest test in India wins abroad. Without you, perhaps these glorious games, pant fireworks, Kohli Punches, and Ashwin Defiance are not possible. I was the quiet engineer built the theater while others danced on it. She never complained. There is no chest, no addresses, no noise. Just runs, the grasum and transverse glow that can melt the rapid arc.

Today, cricket will go, as always. The new heroes will come, new formats will dazzle, and the world will continue to rotate quickly T20. But somewhere in Rajkot, there is a child who is getting more shaded in his living room, playing the most solid defense in the front that his mother has ever witnessed. We know exactly who pretends to be.

So thank you, Chesshwar. For every hour you made the archers suffer. Each scarf has a profit on behalf of your team. For every Indian he once said, “Relax, Boujara is still hitting, we are fine.” It was not just a 2.0 wall. I was patience, we did not know that we needed.

With the deepest respect and admiration,

Cricket times

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