Chapter 5 – Failure Tastes Bitter....The street outside the school had begun to feel like Sanjay’s kingdom. For three weeks straight, he stood there each morning and afternoon, calling out his lines with the same steady voice:“Good pens, strong notebooks, best price!”At first people had laughed. Now, they bought. Students waved at him, some even called him Pen-wala Bhaiya. Every evening he returned home with jingling coins, his face brighter than the setting sun.His mother smiled more these days. His sister Meera bragged to her friends. Even his father, though silent, no longer scolded him.Sanjay began to dream bigger. If