Arjun picked himself up, dusted off the dry mud from his clothes, wiped his tears, and grabbed his school satchel. Just walkway, Mom had said. Arjun reminded himself over and over again, as he limped off towards the school bus. Dhiru, the bus driver, clucked his tongue and shook his head as Arjun boarded the bus. ‘What, Arjun? Always late! You think we have all day to wait for you to finish with your games before we can head home?’ The teacher sitting in the front seat raised an irate eyebrow, again. ‘Sorry, Miss,’ Arjun muttered, ‘I fell down in...