Drawn in Grit
Some experiences in life feel like stepping into a lavish feast, a spread so abundant that picking a single favourite dish seems unfair. Every flavour has its own charm: the fiery heat, the quiet comfort, the unexpected surprise, and the familiar favourite. You leave the table not because you want to, but because you can’t possibly take in more, even though every part of you wishes you could. That’s what this England vs India Test series felt like. It had all the flavours you could ask for in cricket. There was the spice of confrontations that sparked fire, the warmth of mutual respect even in the fiercest battles, the sweetness of young talent blossoming, the layered richness of experience from veterans, and the bitterness of defeat after a phase when an impossible win seemed within reach. It wasn’t a contest you could sum up in a single moment. It was a full course, each session of play offering a new taste, and together they made a feast that reminded us why Test cricket is still th...