THERE was a time when, as a little boy, whenever I walked into my father’s office, I would see a picture on the wall showing a slender Chinese man being hugged by a distressed-looking Indian man, with an Indian woman beside him clearly looking forlorn; on the Chinese man’s face is a look of reciprocating sadness.
The poignant photo, etched forever, serves as an essential tenet: that beyond colour, religion, or creed, human compassion endures.
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