"Yeh car tez nahi bhagegi, beta," Munna said softly. "Ek wheel toot gaya."
Chintu didn’t have a brain disorder. He had a heart that forgot how to trust. And Munna, the gentle goon-turned-doctor, reminded everyone that before you treat the illness, you must heal the person.
Chintu had stopped speaking.
For the first time in six months, the corner of Chintu’s mouth twitched.