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When Radha and his classmates returned to their classroom after a rousing match of football… Radha was rather good at this sport, thank you very much. “Dev D” thought it was the technique and muscles that made him so good at the sport. And yet, it was Radha who had scored the first goal of…
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Kneeling next to the shattered remains of his dada’s favourite tea cup, Radha looked up at Sheetal tai full of disdain. He had told her repeatedly not to bother him with her inane problems. But when she had come to his room, all teary eyed and wringing her hands like she would twist them off…
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It was recess. The corridors were filled with cacophony of students screaming from a sugar rush, teachers trying to maintain some discipline without being overbearing and intermittent slaps and ball dribbling. In the middle of all this noise sat two boys from the sixth grade. They were seeking Radha’s particular brand of expertise to look…
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Today was a special day. Radha was starting seventh grade – for the second time. He wasn’t upset. He didn’t think it proved his odd behaviour meant he was cracked in the head – even though his dadi had lamented the fact, loudly and repeatedly. In fact he didn’t even really understand why she thought…
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