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So he did something new. He sat down next to the lamp. He cupped his hands around the flame, not too close, just enough to block the wind. He stayed still. For the first time, his restless legs didn’t kick. His mind didn’t race.

In a small, lush village in Kerala, surrounded by rubber trees and paddy fields, lived a ten-year-old boy named Unni. Everyone called him Kambikuttan because he was thin as a bamboo stick but had more energy than a monsoon river. He could climb any tree, skip stones across the pond in seven skips, and mimic the sound of the chenda drum perfectly. kambikuttan home

“Easy!” Unni declared.