The unthinkable happened. An Indian B side won against the mighty Australians at a venue they have not lost for the past 33 years. By chasing 328 on a final day against the best modern test bowling attack. The fantasy playwrights could not script this. Even rain gods dared not to intervene. They could not risk the curse.

Only Pujara and Rahane played all the games. There were debuts left, right and center. The Gabba attack had a cumulative match experience of what 7 test matches!? The senior-most had made his debut not a month back. There were haunting memories of 36. There were bruises. There was racism. There were sledges. There was bio-bubble. But they were all midgets. Dwarfed by the talent. Defeated by the self-belief.

I was glued. India was glued. Every ball Gill stroked, Pujara patted and Pant dispatched. Like life, despair and happiness were never far off. Wickets did go down. Aussies did fight. But it was India's day. It was our hour. It was our day. Our lads conquered the national conscience as if they don't own it already. They had already earned their creds this tour. They did not need to do anymore. But not this bunch. Miracle. Invictus. Choose your title.

The day revolved around mind grasping what had transpired The constant psychobabble to where we were, here we are. To the match itself. Followed by the post match reaction. The highlights on loop. The expert voices. The fan tweets. The bewilderment. The utter joy. The day was a generation in itself. The series was an epoch. Sports is a great leveler they say. Just yesterday it was the greatest elevator.

Everything became secondary after Pant's winning shot. Work mails. Mom's taunts. Broken glasses. Tinder text-backs. Pandemic woes. The happiness pushed everything into oblivion. Cricket may not be a matter of life and death. But I can assure you it takes you to dizzying highs and trenching lows. This was it. This was Everest. And we are still scaling it. The peak is still non-comprehensible. Maybe it is meant to be that way - not to be scaled. If it's indeed true, there can never be a happier death.