Mumbai, April 29 -- There's little that Cheteshwar Pujara likes to reveal about himself. As his wife Puja Pujara puts it, he is a "man of few words and fewer expressions". Through her book, The Diary of a Cricketer's Wife, Puja not only gives a ringside view of Cheteshwar the cricketer and person, but also the emotional rollercoaster that wives and partners often go through while on tours. The book provides an interesting read of Pujara's career highs and lows, and a glimpse into a world that seems, according to Puja, "glamourous from the outside" but "on the inside, things are very different". Excerpts from the book: To onlookers it appears as if families of players have a great time on tours. But the reality is very different. Their state of mind depends on how the team is doing at the time and how their spouses or partners are contributing to the team. This is not specific to me - I have seen wives of other players going through the same highs and lows. While everything looks very glamourous from the outside, on the inside, things are very different. When players hit troughs in their careers, their families are reduced to helpless bystanders - there is nothing we can do to help them through their emotional turmoil - and all that remains is our sense of dignity and the false smiles that we paste on our face to pretend that all is well when it is not I knew from the first blow that he took on his body that he was there to stand and fight, no matter what was thrown at him. Such was his body language, his aura that day. He would later state: 'You can punch me as long as you can. Then I'll punch back.' In a state of high tension, I invoked god's name, incessantly asking the almighty to give Cheteshwar the courage to bear the pain. I also prayed and prayed that he would not sustain any major injury, while trying to win the game. He took thirteen visible body blows that day. Even our two-year-old could sense her father's pain and our tension. We watched on, cringing at every blow and yet proud at how far he was willing to go to win the match and the series for India. After the match, when I figured out that Cheteshwar would be back at the hotel, I spoke to him. He was just about to leave for the team celebrations. Aditi, jumping up and down in excitement, innocently assured her father that she would kiss his wounds and chase the pain away. Usually his words, his job when she hurt herself. It did not matter that the rest of the team also had a poor showing with the bat- once again, Cheteshwar became a convenient scapegoat and was dropped from the team! The chief selector called him up after the match and said, 'I just wanted to let you know that we want to take a younger side for the upcoming West Indies series, so you will not be part of it. But you will be in contention later if you perform well in domestic cricket.' Cheteshwar was calm when he recounted the conversation. I was not. I was outraged! And overwhelmed. Upset by the latest turn of events, I found it difficult to wrap my head round the fact that Cheteshwar was once again expected to shoulder the sole blame for India's defeat....