"Dad,I want to learn how to play cricket."
His father looked up from behind the stall."You know why we can't.Why do you keep on nagging?"
"But Dad,that's what I want."
His father sighed.
"You know we are not financially capable of providing that.Already we are unable to repay our debts.The answer's no,son."
"But Dad...."
"I said no.Just concentrate on your duties."
And it was left to that.It was the third time Ali had failed to persuade his father.His family simply didn't understand that Ali's life revolved around cricket.

Cricket had become Ali's passion since he was five.His father had once gathered enough money to take him to a Club match.The five-year old Ali was amazed to be introduced to a whole new world--the world of myths and legends,the world of fame,the world of adventure--the world of cricket.

Since then he had been obsessed with the game.He dreamt of becoming a cricketer,to experience the vast world of which he knew nothing of.

But fate stood in his way.His father was a simple tea-stall owner who could barely manage to meet the ends of the family.Even though Ali's brothers worked as labourers in factories,the family barely scraped by.

Heartbroken,Ali went down the road.A few metres from their home was a coaching centre,which offered training in cricket, football and chess.

As he did every day,he clasped the railings of the ground,his eyes glued to the spot where the boys were training.
So many kinds of strokes!!What amazing movement of the feet!!Boys, out of breath,after running the length and breadth of the field, still laughed and joked around as coaches shouted out instructions to them.Balls were hit all over the ground.What a wonderful world!!