Ground

There’s something about Wankhede. It’s not just the sea breeze or the packed blue stands that hum like a hive. […]

I’ve sat in that east stand under the mid-May sun, shirt sticking to the back, soda warm before the toss.

In a country where every major city claims a sacred space for cricket, Ahmedabad has what might be the most

Its name surfaces quietly in commentary boxes, then bursts out in newspapers and podcasts. Former players, still haunted by chilly

Listening serves as a cue to search for something. The batter prepares himself, the bowler approaches, and a deep cover

In Bangalore, a celebration that is as sacred as any marriage rite is the RCB IPL ticket sale, so ingrained