As I begin to write this, my mind takes me back more than 32 years ago when I met Surakshit for the first time. It had been a day since our parents had left us for our first term at The Doon School. It was the second day of April, which also happens to be my birthday. I did not tell anyone and there were no mobile phones or hyper-active parents’ WhatsApp groups in those days for people’s wishes to pour in. I tried to mask my homesickness by going around Martyn house with a packet of Bourbon Chocolate biscuits, offering it whoever I came across. Most kids were in the same boat as me, homesick and not really in a state of mind to open up. Most politely refused. I was just walking past outside the windows of the third dormitory, when an excited boy called out to me from inside. I looked up to see a thin, wiry boy with a smile holding a table tennis bat in one hand, while he stretched out the other asking for a biscuit. “Give me one” he said, point his finger at the brown Bourbon b...
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