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Describe Nishad as a child.

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Nishad as a child was kind and considerate. He kept in mind all the good things his mother and Ramesh told him about Mr Nath and formed his opinion based on them. He was upset with Mr Nath being so lean and thin. He thought that the man might be starving so he went to his place and gave him a bar of chocolate.
He refused calling him a crook even after being insisted several times by his sister and decided to befriend him because he liked him.

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