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Cricket

I would like to play cricket at an early age For playing it I needed a bat first I asked my father to buy a bat and ball. But he resolutely refused to buy them. I took a wood and went to the carpenter He didn't know about my dreaming bat He asked me to show the picture of a bat. I cut an image of a bat from a newspaper The wood worker took two days to make a bat As it was very heavy I couldn't swing the bat Now I required some players to play. I approached my friends to play cricket Most of them accepted to play the game We selected our school ground for playing Daily we went to the ground and played cricket. My father didn't like me to play it One day I came extremely late to my house My father was very angry and shouted at me. Then he took the wooden bat and broke it My life long dream was shattered to pieces.

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Book: Shattered Sighs