Realising I would miss the match as I would be traveling back to Chennai, I changed my flights and met up with some friends in Delhi.
We celebrated every four and six with a shot of vodka. Lucky it wasn’t 20/20.
After a shaky start, India came through and won the game. I persuaded our group to take to the streets – proclaiming “Its like 1966” which was met with blank expressions.
We made our way towards the centre of town – but before long were stuck in traffic and the celebrations spilled onto the streets and onto cars. We got out and partied with everyone – dragged into numerous testosterone filled circles of dancing men.
Men Singhing
Bellydancer