What happened on Ahmedabad was nothing less than unsettling and disturbing for thousands and millions of Indian's all across the World.

And the One Lakh thirty thousand in Stadium, hearing them go all silent, refusing to even breathe.

The Indian's have been sad, and are unable to process the defeat.

All hopes were on India.

But Australians dismantled India’s dream run and won the championship.

Pat Cummins and his team had done what many believed was impossible. Taming and caging the tiger in his own den. I applauded, even if with a heavy heart. After all it was a sporting contest and not a war.

The defeat left lakhs of people at the Narendra Modi Stadium go speechless, the Australian celebrations blind.

In this collective expression of mourning, they had forgotten to acknowledge the superior skills and brilliant tactics of the rival team. It was as if not only had the invincibility of this Indian team been shattered but the very essence of their own identity had been ripped apart.

Australia had studied and dissected the Indian strengths and weaknesses to perfection.

They had even assessed the pitch conditions and the psychology of the highly partisan crowd well. What they unleashed on India was an exhibition of skills, planning and strategy that wore down a strong Indian team who despite their undeniable brilliance were yet to be really tested in their very vulnerable moments.

Panic and pressure, something the Indians had appeared immune to so far, surfaced all of a sudden. A screaming sea of people were slowly losing their voice and by the time the Indian prime minister arrived at the stadium, India had lost the plot. What was made for each other was now coming apart.

The crowd was not there to watch a cricket match. They were there to celebrate India’s win, not to applaud the wonderful cricket the Australians were playing.