It’s still very vivid, says Kedarnath as he recalls—one day, a man came begging for money on the pretext that his child was sick. Kedarnath didn’t believe him. Obviously the money was for his daily bottle and the child’s illness was the perfect ploy to elicit sympathy, he thought. He scolded the man off. But that quiet voice within prompted him to visit the man’s house. What if his son was really ill...? What he saw there changed his life—there, amid the buffaloes, was a 10-year-old boy, Bittu, lying on the ground frothing. Kedarnath had to do something. Bittu had apparently fallen off a tree some years ago and, ever since, had been beset with problems. His parents sold off their land for his treatment, but doctors were unable to diagnose his ailment.