Sometimes though, he'd look up the night sky throu |

Sometimes though, he'd look up the night sky through the window for a bit. Then he'd forget what he never remembered. (piece in caption) *nannu* Doctors said he couldn't live beyond six, but he thrived till ten. Nannu was born in a family that were ragpickers since ages. Nothing much ever happened in their family, and I reckon nothing much ever will. The father, the mother, and the three elder sisters— spent their days, or rather, lives, in the garbage. Nannu didn't care much. He really didn't. He had those beautiful shining eyes you just never forget. He didn't like letters or numbers. He always had messy hair, his nose was always blowing, and he used to hit his sisters when he was dragged for a bath. The doctors said his brain was 'gone' since birth and nothing could be done.

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