Diary of a cricket widow
Note: This article is not written by me but I came across it while reading TOI Television is my rival in love and marriage IPL has turned many men into addicts I became a widow at 22. My husband was alive and well and sitting right next to me, munching on a packet of chips. But he did not respond to my voice and when I looked into his eyes, I saw a rectangular shape glittering with tiny men dressed in white. The terrible cricket disease that he caught in his teens had taken him away from me in the prime of his — and my—life. First, it was just a mild attack of one-day matches, then came the more serious Test match fever and then the final blow was the dreaded IPL, which finally carried him off, leaving me bereft and alone. Though his body is still with me, his heart and soul belong to the cricket goddess. He eats, breathes and dreams cricket . At night, when he can...