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“What’s your name?” Shakul asked.

“Mujrim,” the vendors hissed as he passed. “Criminal.” mujrim hindi

Tonight, standing in the rain, Shakul watched a young boy rummage through a garbage heap. The boy had the same burned fingers as Munna. Same hollow eyes. “What’s your name

Shakul laughed—a dry, broken sound. “No, beta. It means someone who refused to look away.” The boy had the same burned fingers as Munna

The boy nodded. “It means someone who did something so bad that even other bad people are afraid to say his name.”

He took the last two hundred rupees from his pocket and pressed them into Kallu’s palm. “Tomorrow morning, come to the old kachahri shed. I’ll teach you to read. And then, maybe, you’ll teach me what to do with the rest of my life.”

“You embarrassed the system,” his former colleague, Advocate Sharma, told him over the phone. “Not the British system. Our system. The one where a mujrim is anyone who reminds the powerful that they are not gods.”