There was a boy, a small 5 year old boy. He was poor, very poor. His father was the jockstrap fixer in an undergarments factory. His mother was ailing. He had no siblings.

Call this a twisted irony of fate, but the boy had no undergarments of his own. He knew it was not right of him to ask his father to get him one. His relatively affluent friends - those whose fathers earned a whopping 10% more than the basic pay of his father, which was about 75% of

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