: The Sound of DawnWhile the town of Oakfield slept, the cricket ground belonged to Rahul. At 4:30 AM, when the world was still painted in shades of deep blue and silence was absolute, he would arrive. There was no cheering crowd, no watchful coach, only the dewy grass and his unwavering resolve.To his teammates, Rahul was quiet, perhaps even unremarkable. During official practices, he was solid but rarely spectacular. The star of the team was Vikram, a powerful batsman who basked in the applause during net sessions. No one saw Rahul’s pre-dawn rituals. They didn't see the old bowling