18/05/2025
There was a little boy whose dreams soared as high as the sky. He wandered through the streets of Mumbai, carrying an old bag on his shoulders — inside it were a bat and a few worn-out cricket balls. He had only one dream — to play at the Wankhede Stadium, where legendary players chased their destiny. But every time he reached the stadium gate, the guard would stop him. "No entry for kids here," the guard's stern voice echoed in his ears. Still, he came every day, gazed at the tall walls of the stadium, listened to the sounds of players from inside, and silently drifted into his dreams.
That boy was none other than Hitman Rohit Sharma. His heart whispered that one day, he would play on that very ground, where people would chant his name. Every morning, he would wake up and ride his old bicycle to a nearby field to practice. He swung his bat for hours, drenched in sweat, but never gave up. His eyes sparkled with hope, and his heart burned with passion.
Time passed. His hard work and dedication took him to heights where people didn’t just see him as a cricketer, but as an inspiration. One day, in that same Wankhede Stadium — the one that once didn’t allow him in — thousands of fans were cheering his name. “Rohit! Rohit!” The stadium roared. With every shot he played, he saw his dreams turning into reality.
When the match ended, Rohit stood in the center of the stadium. He looked around — the same walls, the same stands where he once stood outside dreaming.
Today, a stand in that very stadium was named after him. His eyes were moist, but his face beamed with pride. He knew this moment wasn't just a reward for his hard work, but for the dreams of his childhood. Today, he wasn’t just Mumbai’s star, but the “Hitman” of the entire nation.
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