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Rohan’s brain began its usual argument. Side A (The Self): “You need that â‚č300 for the phone case. If you give him money, you’ll be short. Dad will say ‘I told you so’ about wasting pocket money.” Side B (The Human): “The phone case is plastic. This boy is buying dinner. A matchbox costs less than a toffee.”

“Bhaiya! Give it back!” Munna screamed, scrambling to his feet. “That’s all I have!”

“For all the matchboxes,” Rohan said. “And for the photograph. Keep it safe.” english bbc compacta class 9

Rohan froze. He had accidentally touched the boy’s most private treasure. He saw panic in those eyes – the panic of a child whose last piece of home was being stolen by a stranger in a white sneaker.

Then, he pulled out his wallet. He took out the three ten-rupee notes. He took out the change for the bus. He took out the emergency fifty his mother had pinned inside for ‘just in case.’ Rohan’s brain began its usual argument

It was a sweltering Tuesday afternoon in Chandni Chowk. The narrow lane near the Sisganj Gurdwara was a symphony of chaos: rickshaw bells, the sizzle of samosas from a cart, and the nasal drone of a kiteseller. Rohan, a Class 9 student of St. Stephen’s School, was walking home, his school bag heavy with the weight of an unfinished Physics worksheet.

But as he opened the matchbox to check if it was full, he saw it. Inside, hidden under the tiny sticks of pinewood, was a small, folded photograph. A woman. Probably Munna’s mother. Dad will say ‘I told you so’ about wasting pocket money

Rohan smiled. “Shoes get clean, Munna. But a photograph doesn’t come back.”

Based on a true incident from the lanes of Old Delhi.

He felt a pinch. Not guilt. Just
 a thought.