Arun Bhatia ONE Samir Singh stood at the edge of the polo field, the sound of hooves thundering in his ears, as he watched his father, Veerendra Singh, ride across the vast estate that had been the heart of their royal legacy for generations. The sprawling grounds, dotted with grand palaces and ancient temples, had once echoed with the clink of polo mallets and the cheers of onlookers. Now, the grandeur of it all felt like a distant dream, fading with the passing years. Samir, at just seventeen, had inherited his father’s love for the game. Polo was not merely…