In his heart of hearts, he knows he volunteered.
Life often doesn't give you a chance to redeem yourself. And nobody grudged when Dravid got one.
But The Wall could not see the writing on the wall.
His sacking had nothing to do with performance. But so was his recall.
He was brought back not because some people wanted to see him, but because they wanted to hide others.
Still, it was a godsend. From cricket God to His most devoted son. At least it allowed him to time his exit after one last hurrah.
But Dravid saw eternity in the ephemeral. He found long-term commitment in what was essentially a marriage of convenience.
You don't wait for the dreaded arm to grab you by the scruff of your neck before giving that final push.
He was recalled with a clear use-by date and he overstayed his welcome.
You can't prevent the end but you can at least dignify it.
Dignity was his middle name. Until he lost the plot.