It’s nearing ten in the night. Everyone, well almost everyone, is out. It’s Durga Puja. It’s Kolkata.
The “Playing XI” consisted of just one bowler, a batsman, and a wicket keeper. The rest of the fielding was done by the two walls enclosing the narrow passage.
They had abandoned the red ball, never a good idea under lights to begin with. The white one was a better option. Yet, he took a wild swing, and missed it.
Some habits die hard even if you are not old enough to have acquired them. They’re acquired from seeing them, and “a swing and a miss” has been on show for a long time now.