It's a dusky evening at Patna Junction. I met a boy from a very small town in Jalpaiguri, around 17 years old. He was coming from Gaya, Bihar, after doing pind daan for his father. I just asked what happened to him, and he said, “ He did suicide .” I felt numb, I didn’t know how to react. I just smiled awkwardly and said, “Sorry, bhai.” He replied, “ areeh bhaiya It’s life,. Thik hai na, aap sorry kyun bol rhe ho. Kaun hamesha sath rehta hai.” From the side, his grandfather said, “ Beta guzar gaya, pota hai wohi kaafi hai humare liye.” I asked him about his dream. He said, “I love to play cricket, and I wanted to become a cricketer. Mujhe desh ke liye khelna hai, par bhaiya zimmedari hai ab.” Honestly, I didn’t have any words to say. I felt so helpless. He just said while looking outside, “Topi kharidunga ek, takla accha nahi dikhta.” I smiled and said, Let’s go outside. I bought him a cap, and we had dinner. I don’t want to show myself as good - trust me, I’m not. I ne...