THE GOLDEN WILLOW

The morning sun cast long shadows across the dusty grass of Sector 4 Park. Twelve-year-old Kabir stood at the edge of the pitch, tapping his worn wooden bat against his worn sneakers.Tap. Tap. Tap.To ...

HarshaanHarshaan is a passionate writer and an avid cricket player. When he isn't crafting stories, you can find him on the pitch,