She weaves through the traffic, fresh flowers in hand. He brings your chai in a bustling tea-stall. Before you can ask their names, they disappear in the crowd. On the streets of India, you often find a curious sight: chirpy kids scurrying about, catering to your every need, be it an urgent bicycle repair or a quick caffeine fix, their eyes sparkling with hopes and dreams. They’re small — so small, they slip through the cracks. They are everywhere, yet they are invisible. Chhotu, a collection of ten tales, is a glimpse into the world of every ‘Chhotu’ — the child behind the name, the broken-tooth smile, and their untold story of hope, resilience, and rebellion. Do you remember the last Chhotu you met? Did you ask him his name?