Heat illness comes when a child must sit still in a tin-roof classroom, with no cross-breeze and a policy written in some cool office far from here. A sweat-rate test sounds like science for those with sports bottles, but our drinking plan is a shared clay matka in the corner, refilled if the village tap is running. What I know is from waiting at the school gate at midday, seeing my son’s uniform salt-stained and his chhaati heaving—the real policy is a teacher’s kindness, letting them rest heads on desks when the heat wins.
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