My old Bullet groans up the Morni Hills, but I see young pehelwaans running with tractor tyres at 5 AM. Their coach shouts, and I remember my own son's cricket coach in Dhanbad—same fire in the eyes, same dream in the heart. Those village akharas aren't making just strong bodies, they're making unbreakable spirits. Bhai, keep sending them to the podium; the whole country is cheering.
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