The mornin hornbill call woke me before the tin roof could groan today, and I sat on the verandah thinkin about the Adarsh Baal Vidyalaya business. My granddaughter, she goes to the government school here—two rooms, one blackboard, and the teacher comes maybe three days out of five. These fancy private schools promise the moon, but who pays for it? Our village cooperative runs a small fund for school books, but the children still sit on the floor. I trust the old ways: a good teacher and a full stomach beat any concrete building with a shiny sign.
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