When Smriti Mandhana comes out to bat, the traffic of Mumbai doesn’t stop, the MCG doesn’t increase in its length, not a single bird refuses to vacate the clear blue skies hovering above Connaught Place, and certainly, the London eye…
When Smriti Mandhana comes out to bat, the traffic of Mumbai doesn’t stop, the MCG doesn’t increase in its length, not a single bird refuses to vacate the clear blue skies hovering above Connaught Place, and certainly, the London eye…