“Mom, can I go out and meet my friends?’’ asks Amrit, as she sits on her bed, combing her hair. Her mother is in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her father, who drives an electric rickshaw. Hearing this, her father…

“Mom, can I go out and meet my friends?’’ asks Amrit, as she sits on her bed, combing her hair. Her mother is in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her father, who drives an electric rickshaw. Hearing this, her father…