He sits beside me carelessly throwing out his arms and legs on the bench. His mother sits with him. She opens her bag and takes out an orange coloured video game handset and the boy's face lights up. He hides his excitement behind a smug glow on his face and his fingers play across the black buttons placed on the orange shell, giving out the pentatonic tunes.
He is Aryan and he is 8. He looks like any other boy of his age, except for the fact that he doesn't have any hair. He has brownish eyes which shine whenever he finishes a level in the game and an effervescent smile which is amazingly cute. He doesn't have any hair because he lost them to a disease. Aryan is suffering from blood cancer and the only way to survive is chemotherapy. Like Aryan, I am sitting with around fifty of the hairless cute kids who are struggling to survive while they live, on a bench in the oncology center of AIIMS. You can imagine how I feel...
