"Little things that happened
Are tucked into your mind
They come again to greet you
Or most of them you will find.
Through many little doorways
Of which you keep keys
They crowd into your thinking
We call them memories."

This is an excerpt from the poem memories and I have forgotten the name of the poet.

One of my fondest memories in the world is of the day India won 2011 world cup.

The day started something like this, I slept in and my mom asked my brother to get me up. He tried hard but I refused to get up.

So he said : Tani, India lost the final.

And I literally bolted up on my bed, hit my head on the bed post to realise, final hadn't taken place yet.

Then the day drawled on till it was time to start the match.

I was glued to television from ball to ball, I had watched the whole world cup from the single spot in my drawing room sofa and that day, 2nd April 2011 I didn't dare to stand up from that spot.

I rivetted in the initial overs and Zak spelled magic with his ball around the Sri Lankan line up.

At some point my father joined me, and I watched Mahela Jayawardene play the innings of his lifetime to put up a big total with a plummeting heart beat

Then came India's batting. I was so excited for Sachin to score big that day, even after Viru got out. Sachin was looking in sublime touch. But then came that cursed ball from Malinga and I saw my childhood hero walk back to the pavilion as a young Virat Kohli walked into a silent stadium.

My father at this point wanted to switch of the TV. But I for some reason refused to leave hope. I wasn't a big Dhoni fan back then, I didn't hate him or anything, I just wasn't sure about him.

My father went back into the bedroom, but kept watching and praying for some miracle to happen. And lo and behold, young guns, Gauti and Vi shined like diamonds. But soon Vi was gone and out walked MS Dhoni.

Little did I know, this man was going to make me his fan today.

And when Gbhir got out India was in a shky stage again. But then came on the MS Dhoni show. And I watched, mesmerized. I watched a young captain play a final like it was just another match. And then, when it was down to 4 runs for 11 balls that bat swung.

And Ravi Sashtri's voice boomed "Dhoni finishes off in style..."

I remember the celebration, each and every moment with utmost clarity. I remember almost crying when Yuvi got the MOS.

I loved cricket before 2011, but 2011 made me a Cricket devotee.

But I shall always remember 2nd April 2011 because not only it is special because India lifted the cup, but that was the day Mahendra Singh Dhoni happened to me.