By DB Sagar* I was around 6 and a half years old when I went to school. I was one of the lucky ones. I got a new school uniform and you all know how it feels to have a new dress that you want to show to your new friends. But when I went to school, none of that happened.No one wanted to play with me. My teachers and students called me a ‘kareto’, a word that I had never heard before. They told me