My friendship with Shekhar began with me helping him get water to wash his school socks.
When I looked at him, I didn’t see an orphan who was abandoned as a baby–just a boy with a lot of energy who was small for his age. He’s six, but is about the size of a four-year-old. When I hugged him or held his hand, I thought his bones felt thin or frail. But Shekhar sure didn’t seem to notice. He could run, jump, and climb with the best of them. He didn’t just walk somewhere, he sprinted at top speed to his next “adventure.
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