Meeting someone special

I’d read her stats, seen her pics, saw her leadership, never dreamt that I would meet her…
I briefly met her first at the MCG, sneaking by security to get to the edge of the field of play, positioned myself by the players race with my SLR and my phone camera, snapped away while she was training, doing drills, then as she came close I called out her name, thankfully she responded and came closer, I introduced myself and then asked If I could take a quick snap…

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Thankfully she added me on social media and through a mutual friend we arranged to meet.
This young woman is fiercely proud of her country, proud of her widowed mums efforts to put her through boarding school, proud of her tiny families efforts to support her through her career so far, is so thankful for the opportunities that have been given her.
This young lady is so thankful to the Melbourne Renegades for giving her this dream of training with them, on the ground of all grounds, the MCG!
Thankful to the people who mysteriously organised for her to be here, they know who they are!
But she is the most proud when she pulls on the colours of Nepal,
rubina-v-india as she expresses this passion for her country you can’t help but realise that this woman is the essence of Nepal,
she is kind, educated, respectful, concerned for the future of Nepal and for her passion, womens cricket, she agonisingly explains to me the far western region and how the girls there struggle to raise the bus fare to get to any tournament organised, she recounts paying for the hire of the bus out of her own pocket to get these girls to a tournament.

The time passes quickly, discussing the difference between the regular Aussie season and the haphazard oddly organised tournaments for girls, how people like RCW founder Aarati Bidari does her best in difficult circumstance, often misunderstood in her efforts to assist women in cricket.
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She expresses her desire to have a cohesive board of cricket that treats women as equal to the male cricketers, the recent 7th Nationals exposed some great batting abilities that were sadly not on display at the recent Qualification for the World Cup, Rubina siting that the lack of games in the lead up to the World Cup qualifiers had the girls nervous and on edge which resulted in lower than usual performance. The bowling stood up well.
She is hopeful for the future and that people like Bhawana Ghimire bhawana
can pull together all the influencers and work together with the prominant players to schedule regular games and tournaments for the young women wishing to play and pursue a career in cricket.
If this courageous and endearing young woman gets her way, cricket will be the winner!

Today I met another amazing human being, I consider myself most privileged.

You know the drill, no names

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Damyanti Biswas recently posted a piece that related to how anonymous you should be when you write and publish, how much of your own personal feelings you should ‘put on show’… well I struggle with that too, often only publishing to a limited market if I consider it too personal, but then I feel my best pieces are the ones that come from my heart and soul and therefore am limiting myself….

That pic above may be of a young lady who walked by me one night….
setting my heart alight,She walked with the grace of a Flamingo,
picking her steps, placing her feet,
she swayed gracefully her smile all a glow,
and all I could do was look into her eyes,
I’ve always been a dreamer,
but this night, the stars were shining bright on me,
She held my hand, and then we kissed,
it didn’t take long and I was a lovestruck mess!
Now I get the gist of this love that stretches across the sea,
Where the sparks flashed, as we walked hand in hand,
it’s her, she is all I wanted to see.

All I do is remember that time I looked into your eyes,
A touch of love, and lust so sweet,
My heart goes weak when our eyes meet
I think of all the love that we have been making
You’ve touched my heart and I cant help shaking
And all I did was look into your eyes…
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