Gully cricket in Ludhiana was competitive in a very local way.
Nobody wanted to get out early, nobody accepted bad umpiring, and everybody believed their street produced unusually serious talent.
Scooters became fielding obstacles, gates became boundaries, and one angry uncle usually became the unofficial time limit.
The matches were loud, dramatic, and somehow deeply structured inside the chaos.
Every team had one guy with too much swagger and one guy who kept threatening to leave with the bat.
We fought, shouted, replayed dismissals, and started again the next day like nothing happened.
That was Ludhiana too: pride first, recovery fast, game always on.
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