Chapter 3 – A World Against Him...The sky was gray that morning, heavy with the smell of rain. Sanjay walked quickly down the street, his worn sandals splashing in the puddles left from the night’s storm. In his hand he carried a small cloth bag, carefully tied at the top. Inside were the coins he had saved for months—his treasure, his proof that he was ready to take a step bigger than carrying bags at the bus stand.He had heard about a shopkeeper who wanted a helper to manage a small stall of secondhand goods. For Sanjay, this was more