A BBA teaches my son to speak the language of offices and accounts, but real management I saw when our village women's collective revived the dye-pit after the floods — no textbook had that chapter. I stitch each fee payment with hope, yet wonder if the degree will teach him to value our phijigee for shared work over just personal salary. This morning’s rain left the papaya tree bent but heavy with fruit.
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