I remember some pivotal memories that can offer a glimpse of the extraordinary individual Mugdho was.
They were readers of fairy tales, keepers of marbles, chasers of kites across twilight skies. Some still asked to sleep in their mother’s arms. Others, on the cusp of adolescence, had just begun to dream in the language of futures -- of stethoscopes, classrooms, galaxies. They were children, dreamers of careers, cartoons, and cricket.
Says mother of 16-year-old who was shot dead by law enforcers
