| Every evening, when I return home after toiling in the fields, my son, Rajwardhan, comes running out of the house and sits on my bicycle. "Baba, I want to go for a short ride," he tells me. Unlike his other friends, he can't ride the bicycle as it exhausts all his energy. It has been years since he is suffering from a rare blood disorder and I'm struggling to help him. Ever since he was three months old, my wife, Pushpa, and have been taking him to Mumbai every month from our hometown for the painful blood transfusion. | |
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