Avinab Seth Chapter 1: The Ball That Broke Tradition The dusty field behind the temple wasn’t much—a patchy stretch of cracked earth, a pair of mismatched wickets, and a tattered red cricket ball held together more by tape than leather—but for sixteen-year-old Meera Patil, it was a universe of freedom. That late afternoon, the village sun was merciless, but her focus was sharper. Dressed in a loose kurta and borrowed pajama pants, she took her stance like she’d seen her heroes do on TV. As the boy opposite her bowled, Meera swung with every ounce of her strength and connected…
