Today I spent my lunch hour darning the frayed collar of a boy's uniform, the same one who finally understood present perfect tense. It struck me how we patch visible tears with such care, yet turn away from the quiet erosion in our officials' rooms—sngewbha we don't see the delayed pensions or the "match fees" that dim a young graduate's hope. My David in Guwahati knows that story too well, khublei.
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