Every day my return journey from the office brings me face to face with different experiences. While my car’s driver meanders his way through the traffic, I sit in the back seat and gaze through the car window, soaking in various scenes previously unknown to my affluent self. On one such evening, as the car stopped at a traffic light, I observed some commotion on the footpath opposite my car. Since the windows were rolled up, I couldn’t hear the voices, but the situation was obvious.

A five-year-old child was bawling loudly, holding tightly to the handle of a tricycle and trying his best, which was not good enough, to prevent it from being taken away by a ten-year-old child. The........

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