Ultimate Cricket tracking and scoring app for all cricketers.
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Vtrakit is about helping Cricketers bring
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Vtrakit’s mobile-based app is designed to be user friendly so that anyone can start using it to score games, capture cricketing stats and practice sessions. You could be playing village Cricket, gully Cricket, club Cricket or professional Cricket - you can use Vtrakit to improve your performance, elevate your game and experience Cricket in a whole new way.
Vtrakit App is full of unique features that you can explore to transform your cricketing experience. In addition to scoring games and keeping track of your Cricket stats, you can also connect to other players, capture your practice sessions and create tournaments. Watch the video to get a sneak preview of the Vtrakit App.
Live capture ball-by-ball score of your match with the Vtrakit App & download your scorecard in PDF
Organize tournaments, schedule matches, see tournament stats, points table and much more mamajbby
Scoring no longer has to fall to one person, transfer scoring to another user during a match within seconds “I did something stupid
Relive your shots and deliveries with Pitch Map and Wagon Wheel A letter about the way the light fell
Track all your practice hours (batting, bowling, fielding and wicket keeping) by capturing it
You can log your fitness hours and see your progress in real-time.
“I did something stupid. I wrote her a letter. Not a love letter—worse. A letter about the way the light fell on her shoulder when she wrung the clothes. About how her shadow on the wall looked like a dancing peacock. I slipped it under the blue door at dawn.”
It was a picture of a young woman with a river in her eyes. Her name was Bina.
Mamaji had always been the anchor of the family—a broad-shouldered, silver-tongued patriarch whose laugh could fill a monsoon-darkened room with sunlight. But today, his hands trembled as he held the faded photograph.
We sat on the old jute charpoy in the verandah. The evening smelled of wet earth and marigolds. He traced the edge of the photo with a crooked finger.
“Regret? No, beta. Regret is for things you didn’t feel. I felt everything. That’s why I’m still here. That’s why I still laugh.”
“What happened?” I whispered.
He stood up, kissed my forehead, and walked inside. The photo stayed in his pocket. But the jasmine—the one he had plucked from the garden that morning—lay forgotten on the charpoy, its fragrance filling the dark like a promise kept.
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“I did something stupid. I wrote her a letter. Not a love letter—worse. A letter about the way the light fell on her shoulder when she wrung the clothes. About how her shadow on the wall looked like a dancing peacock. I slipped it under the blue door at dawn.”
It was a picture of a young woman with a river in her eyes. Her name was Bina.
Mamaji had always been the anchor of the family—a broad-shouldered, silver-tongued patriarch whose laugh could fill a monsoon-darkened room with sunlight. But today, his hands trembled as he held the faded photograph.
We sat on the old jute charpoy in the verandah. The evening smelled of wet earth and marigolds. He traced the edge of the photo with a crooked finger.
“Regret? No, beta. Regret is for things you didn’t feel. I felt everything. That’s why I’m still here. That’s why I still laugh.”
“What happened?” I whispered.
He stood up, kissed my forehead, and walked inside. The photo stayed in his pocket. But the jasmine—the one he had plucked from the garden that morning—lay forgotten on the charpoy, its fragrance filling the dark like a promise kept.
