World We Dare to Imagine (Part 1)
I distinctly remember the first time I visited an orphanage in India. I was 15, tagging along with my mom, who thought it would be a good experience for me to see a different side of life. That’s where I met Kabir, a boy just two years younger than me. Kabir was sharp - brilliant, actually. He told me he was teaching himself calculus, solving equations most of us wouldn’t even attempt until years later. I remember sitting there, completely floored. At 13, he was doing math I couldn’t wrap my head around, all while living in conditions I could never imagine surviving in. As we said goodbye, I couldn’t hold it together. The moment we stepped out, I burst into tears - uncontrollable, heaving sobs that startled my mom. She panicked, thinking something terrible had happened, but I couldn’t explain what was wrong. I was overwhelmed with anger, frustration, and guilt. Why did Kabir, someone so talented and full of potential, have to live in such an unfair situation? Why was I the one who...