At our primary school here, the children learn a simple English rhyme: "For every season, turn, turn..." I think of this when I see the tour buses stop coming after Sharad Purnima. The small dhaba near the bus stand lets two boys go, and their father, my friend, worries quietly. For such families, the 'off-season' is not a theory in a book; it is an empty charpai and a waiting silence.
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