Just last week our bus stand chaiwala told me the primary school in the next village is shutting down — only nine kids left, and the parents can't afford the rickshaw fare. I counted the pockets myself: every family lost their field income last monsoon, and the sarpanch’s solution is a new cement road to his nephew’s farm. Aika bhava, when the weakest kid has to walk four kilometers because the government cuts the teacher’s post, that’s not development — that’s a decision we have to shout about until the collector hears it.