The difference between seventy kids on their own and seventy kids
with a teacher can be immense. In an instant, the class fell silent.
I spent the rest of the morning reading all the files and documents
related to the school. I quickly realized that running a school of seven
hundred with a staff of four is no joke.
‘Okay, start counting in English,’ my mother shouted outside.
‘One, two, three...’ the kids chanted in unison. I didn’t know
whether these kids from the village would ever use their knowledge of
English numerals. Still, watching them learn something felt good. It
felt better than watching a movie at a Delhi multiplex. It felt better than
the posh party at Riya’s house.
‘From now on, these kids are my life,’ I told myself.
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