Cold freezing winter evening, waiting for the day to break. How quiet are the days and how restless are these evening! Lunches, pretensions and dinners, oh! sometimes wonder why this cycle never ends. Winters are when rooftops thump with plastic and cloth made balls, walls, not only wickets but also as wicket keeper and slip fielders and even third man. Young boys become men; some become men and some become supermen. Let no one be devil's advocate.