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Fight, Manju, Fight!: Sigrun Srivastav – Manjula Parelkar knew she was no Hussain. She could never be, not with those hands of hers, those claw-like malformed fingers, just two of them, two on each hand. Why her hands too? Wasn’t it enough that her feet were deformed; ending in two massive moon-shaped toes pointing at each other, the hard nails …

“Come on Anmol, you can do it”, shouted Rohan. Anmol and Rohan were class six students of Saint Francis High School. The inter-house cross country for the junior group was in its last phase. Anmol, who was in Shivaji House, had completed the stretch from the school canteen, the starting point of the race, to the Stadium. Now all that …

“Vijaylakshmi”, called out the teacher of Class VI B, nodding at the girl seated in the middle of the room, “please come here”. The girl in the candy-striped uniform rose, black eyes flickering nervously. Her thick, frizzy hair was pulled tightly back into a long, heavy plait but wisps of hair had escaped and framed her face in a halo …