In the bustling town of Nagpur, India, young Anil found himself at a crossroads. Third grade had been a tumultuous year, a year that would forever alter the course of his life. His school operated on a trimester system, and Anil’s academic journey had been rocky. The first two trimesters had dealt him a harsh blow. Failing grades stared back at him from the report card, mocking his dreams of becoming an engineer or a doctor. The elementary exams, especially the science subjects, had proven to be his Achilles’ heel. One sunny afternoon, as the Hibiscus tree bloomed outside their modest home, Anil’s father sat him down. His stern face bore the weight of expectations and concern. “Anil,” he began, “life is like a winding river. Sometimes it flows smoothly, and other times it rushes over rocks, carving its path. You’re at a crucial bend now.” Anil fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, eyes downcast. “But Dad...