The Boy Who Already Believed...
I am Ayaan, and not every story finds you when you're ready for it. Some days arrive differently. Life gets full — work, family, the beautiful chaos of people you love showing up unannounced. And in the middle of all of it, something unexpected finds you anyway. That's exactly how I met him. A young man at a tea stall. Around twenty-five. Cricket gear stuffed into a bag that had clearly seen many matches. Cheeks still flushed from the game. There was something about him — an energy you don't often see in people who've started adulting. We started talking. And within minutes, I realized this wasn't casual conversation. He didn't just love cricket. He lived it. As he spoke, his eyes lit up in a way that was impossible to ignore. "I dream that Mahendra Singh Dhoni calls me to bowl," he said. And then, without missing a beat. "And Virat Kohli gives me his shoes… because mine are torn." He wasn't joking. He wasn't ju...
