A Match Night at Amritham Café

Feb 5, 2026 Night

Normally, we go for a night walk around 9:45-10:00 PM. Yes, you read that right, night walk. Some of my friends say we go just to watch girls. I don’t know why they think like that… but to be honest, I’ve never completely disagreed with them haha. Anyway, let’s leave that topic.

This particular night, we were excited to watch a different kind of “girls”, the Girls of RCB in the WPL final.

After the first innings ended, tension filled the air. Delhi had scored more than 200 runs, and RCB has a history of choking in such situations. Still, hope is something we RCB fans never lose. Maybe… they would chase it down.

We started our walk right after the innings break and headed towards BEML Layout. By the time we reached near Al-Bek Restaurant, the second innings had begun. But walking and watching didn’t go together. We needed a bigger screen, something larger than a laptop, something that felt public, dramatic.

And immediately, one place came to mind: Amritham Café.

I don’t know who controls the TV there, but that man is a true cricket lover. Whether it’s the IPL, World Cup, Big Bash, or even U19 World Cup, cricket is always on there. So we took a chance, hoping he had switched to the WPL final. We turned back and walked towards Amritham Café.

We were right.

The match was playing on TV there, and RCB had already lost a wicket.

We were about to sit, our eyes still on TV screen. But right beside the TV was the billing counter, and the guy there kept staring at us. One of my friends whispered, “He’s looking at us. Let’s order something.” So we ordered two cups of tea… and shared among the three of us like true economists.

Coming back to the match, every boundary felt like a festival. We shouted, clapped, and celebrated, but something was missing.

The commentary.

That café TV is always on mute. Always. We requested him to increase the volume. He raised it… just a little. I’m not even sure he himself could hear it sitting next to the TV. But still, we enjoyed it.

For a while, the match looked completely one-sided in favor of RCB. Confidence was rising. And then came the bold statement from one of my friends:

“If RCB lose from here, I’ll remove my pants.”

We laughed. The game seemed safe.

But RCB doesn’t know how to win peacefully. They must drag their fans’ hearts into their mouths first. A few quick wickets fell in no time. The match tightened. My friend suddenly became very serious about protecting his pants.

The final overs were nerve-wracking. Silence. Tension. Calculations. Every ball felt heavier than the previous one.

4 runs were needed off the last 3 balls. The very next ball raced to the boundary ropes, but the bails had fallen. Everyone thought it was a hit-wicket, even the batter looked confused as no one was celebrating. But it was actually the wicketkeeper who had dislodged the bails. RCB won.

My friend was happy for his pants and of course for RCB.

When RCB men’s team won the IPL, the road in front of our college was completely blocked. At the end, Police had to clear the crowd. We thought the same chaos would happen that night too.

But it didn’t.

No crowd at all. No celebration outside.

Was it because it wasn’t the men’s team? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. A few of us shouted “RCB!” into the night… and that’s it.

Amritham Café was closing, so we went to our friend’s room to watch the trophy celebration. After that, we ordered paneer pizza. By then, it was midnight.

We walked back to our room, tired but happy.

As I lay on my bed that night, one thought stayed with me:

These are the moments that remain. The night walks. The shared tea. The silly bets. The laughter. And of course, the college life.

Whoever said, “Student life is golden life,” was absolutely right.