“Bhaiyya, ek pen lelo bhaiyya . Bhook lagi hai bhaiyya ” said the little girl at the traffic signal in the heart of New Delhi, Connaught Place – the ninth most expensive office location in the world. I barely lifted my head from my smartphone to take notice of her leaning against the auto rickshaw taking me to the railway station. I was typing a critical email to one of the clients about how our work was transforming lives across different states. I saw her for a brief moment before nodding (saying no) my head. Just when she was about to walk away, our eyes met. She was barely ten years old, wore a shabby maroon frock, her hair was neatly tied back and one of her eyes was completely grey. She wore a dejected look. All this happened in maybe three seconds before I turned back to typing my email “…in one of the states, over 22 lakh children are directly empowered to...” My hand shut the phone down before completing the sentence. For the next 20 minutes, I stared into the maddening t...
Sometimes life is about risking everything for a dream no one can see but you