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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

The second send-off of Denagamage Prabod Mahela de Silva Jayewardene


At a night, the Lankans will never forget, in Dhaka under the floodlights, two buddies in their sweat-sodden shirts hugged each other; probably for the four hundredth time. They were as thrilled as two school boys after winning a much-hyped about big match. They would have walked many grounds before, fist-punched and patted each other for a thousandth time; after every boundary, half a ton and a double ton scored between them.

Long before that night, they would have realized that this duet will one day come to an end—with no secrets of the game between them, they would have even scripted and disputed as to who would make the exit first; and whom to follow.