Sitting down in a room, when I looked out of my window and saw kids playing, it made me feel suicidal as the urge to play cricket was no less in me. But you never know what god has planned for you. With everyday newspapers, there was hope hidden in the pages for me. Having nothing to do, when I grab the newspaper to read, I get to see an advertisement for a cricket tournament for people like me. Firstly, it felt like an insult to me thinking why would someone challenge your insecurities? That is the worst that you can do to someone and I left the paper but the thought of it didn’t leave me. I kept thinking about it. I had so many questions like does someone participates and if they do, how they run, adjust their hands to bat, and many more. These questions started to build curiosity and slowly I was kind of interested to go there. Not to play but to see.

L I belong to a family where you arrange bread and butter so asking your parents to take you somewhere is a difficult task, that too without any occasion. But then I had to collect some courage. So I went to my father told him the whole story and showed him the newspaper. The look on his face was not in my favor. He said he was against spending a penny on this as there was no outcome. Demotivation coming from someone you expect to motivate gives you pain. But since he denied it, the thought of joining it became even more aggressive for me.

To study and play a little, my mother used to drop me at an NGO, The NGO was advertising the same campaign with all the energy. So I tried convincing my mother about it. She was surprised to know that even I could play. So she started to do research on it. We went through multiple videos where people were actually playing. We were so busy being sad about it that we forgot to find some bright light. I saw life, but my parents saw the reason for not sending me there, a good wheelchair.

I was so eager to join that my parents couldn’t say no to me and started to arrange some funds. Where there is a will, there is a way, finely written statement. When I went to the Cricket Association to fill out my form, the officer told us that a company named FORZA would be sponsoring the chairs for us to play. They were having various types of wheelchairs with them. That day I not only got my freedom to play but also got my own Freedom Forza wheelchair made just for me.