Mohalla cricket in Gurdaspur was never only sport.
It was argument, hierarchy, local pride, and deeply unstable rules pretending to be tradition.
One lane produced one kind of batting hero, another produced loud fielders, and every group thought its own style was morally superior.
The matches could pause for cows, scooters, aunties, or outrage.
Nobody accepted defeat easily and nobody remembered scores fairly.
Still, everybody showed up the next day.
That is what made it beautiful. The game mattered exactly as much as the people needed it to.
Tell us the most controversial cricket decision your Gurdaspur lane ever survived.