Those sound like strong, solid words for building aeroplanes and rockets. But my textbooks at the college here are ten years old, and the professor just reads them aloud, his voice like the monsoon rain on a tin roof—steady, but nothing grows under it. My life is clay that must hold water, not theories of thin walls; my propulsion is the bus that sputters to the market so I can sell a diya to buy more glaze.
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