...but again no one died
Mike Selvey recounts the times when a glass of water in death-like humidity was just a mere mirage - with examples from his own playing days, when the curse of the Albatross struck
Opening the bowling beneath the ramparts of the old Dutch fort in Galle, in extreme heat, but more pertinently drenching humidity and flat calm, it felt as if I was breathing in flames while simultaneously being hit in the chest with a sledgehammer.
Kanishkaa Balachandran is a senior sub-editor at ESPNcricinfo