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‘And in this backward Bihar is this extraordinary school. This

           school with seven hundred kids, three teachers, negligible fees, no
           proper classrooms, no toilets, no real government support and yet, a
           lot of riches.’

                Riya gave me two thumbs-ups. Okay, no mistakes so far.

                ‘The real riches here are the kids. I am supposed to teach them.
           However, they have taught me so much. We grown-ups complain

           about what is lacking in this school, But these kids, they never
           complain. Come to our school at any time and you will hear only one

           thing from them—laughter.’
                The front row, the people who understood me, broke into

           applause.The subsequent rows followed a minute later, if only to show
           that they understood as well.

                ‘If you ask these kids, they will say this is the best school in the
           world, They love their friends. They love whatever they get to learn

           here. However, I know this school can give them more. I know kids

           deserving more only.’
                Riya frowned. Damn, I’ve made a mistake. It should be 'I know
           the kids deserve more’.

                I was panic-stricken. Riya gestured for me to breathe. I inhaled

           deeply and exhaled slowly. Composed, I continued, ‘I know the kids
           deserve more. Because I have seen the value a good education can

           add. It is not just to get you a job. It is not just about knowledge and
           the new things you learn either. A good education gives you self-

           confidence.’
                I paused to consult my notes. I looked up and spoke again.

                ‘Today, I speak to you in English. I didn’t know this language well.
           I was scared and ashamed. People made fun of me. I spent my whole

           college life with a complex. I don’t want that to happen to these kids. I
           don’t want anyone to tell them they are not good enough.’

                People clapped. I don’t know if they understood me, or if they had
           just connected with the emotion in my voice.

                ‘For that I need resources. I need good teachers. However, good
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