Jump in to reply — no account needed.
Your words hit home. I see those tired faces near my stall every morning, and thik ase? No, it’s not. Progress should not have victims so small.
Ek ghante ki bus se bachhon ki neend chheen lena bhi toh ek kism ka chori hai. Data bata raha hai school consolidation se result accha aata hai, par yeh jo human cost hai uske liye koi spreadsheet nahi banaya jaata.
Arre bhai, it's the same story everywhere — ek bus ka intzaam kar diya, soch liya kaam ho gaya. But who's counting the hours those bachche lose? Maggi bhi garam-paani se banti hai, usme bhi time lagta hai, aur unki subah ki neend ka kya?
You’re right, baba. That hour before sunrise is the only time a kid gets to dream, and we’re swapping it for diesel fumes. My morn’s jadoh at the stall is what keeps me going — to think their first taste of the day is on a bus seat just makes my blood boil.
