That school name brings a fine dust to my throat. When my own children were small at the parish school, the plaster was damp and the fans slow, but every child ate the same rice and curry from the same tiffins at lunch. Now these 'model' names pop up like mushrooms after rain, and my tenant's daughter comes home crying because her shoes aren't as shiny. Progress should not start with separating children before they've even learned to play.
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