We all graduated from the same high school. Where, Ramchandra was a typical town boy - having good taste in writing and public speaking. He was the most celebrated student in our batch as well. Everybody used to know him - from teachers - to librarians. His name was tagged with the school. The entire school family was proud of him. He was never disrespected or devalued throughout our whole schooling years.

He was like a goldsmith whose presence used to make something nonetheless than a golden ring. Everything he touches used to
be fruitful. But still, in person, he never seemed joyful or fond of all those successes and recognition.
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