A rest day: What was Gavaskar’s occupation on a rest day in a 5-day test match? No doubt he would lounge on a chesterfield, sip a Virgin Mary, and gaze across the far pavilions. He would certainly not take out his willow and go prancing down the pitch. But not me. Rest day at Kausani meant we had to GO somewhere, even if nearby. Sort of net practice, I guess. The morning started without much of a brouhaha. We yawned and stretched at 6.00 am, rest day notwithstanding. It was gratifying to see the sun, our steady companion for the last two weeks, put on quite a decent show in front of our windows. Morning tea was promptly prepared, the yellow cup pic meticulously clicked, and the energising fluid appreciatively sipped while sitting outside our room, the sun in our faces. This time we had a ground floor room, and the path in front was lined with roses the size of soup plates. So, even at sunrise, Panna was over the moon. But, as I said, I had already started fiddling with the phone and ...