Books Under the Streetlight​In the dense, sprawling neighborhood of Dharavi, the darkness that descended at sunset was less about night and more about the failure of infrastructure. While the city lights blazed on the horizon, Arjun’s small home remained plunged into deep shadow, the electricity grid frail and unreliable. Yet, it was this very darkness that became the forge of his destiny.​Every evening, rain or shine, Arjun, all of sixteen and brimming with quiet determination, would perform his nightly ritual. He would shoulder his worn backpack filled with dog-eared textbooks and walk the four blocks to the corner near the