"...The school is in a village called Bigha in Burdwan, standing amidst rice fields. It used to be in mud huts earlier. Since after every monsoon half the school would melt away, it has now been built with only bricks, painted red with lush green rice fields all around the school. It is so green even inside the school. When I was walking around the premise, I saw each tree had one name hanging from its branches (there are over a hundred trees within the premise). I asked some children... they said, the names are of children who are in charge of that tree... every child looks after one tree respectively. How wonderful no?
The classes r hexagonal in shape, no furniture, only wooden planks on 5 sides, elevated by two bricks, where children keep their books and TLMs. I attended one class, where EVS, English and Bangla were taught together. I was so fascinated!
And the funnest thing was... an old old van pulled by a motorbike has been converted into a library, literally! Is it any wonder why most children there are so fond of the library n reading?! You may be thinking there is a lot of money involved in all this. I was so surprised to hear and then when I saw I understood... there's minimal expenditure to run the school. I've been wanting to go and stay there for some time... may be sometime next month.[...]"
This, from my reluctant friend who claims she cannot "write". Sorry I took the liberty to put it up here, I had a point to make.
Yes, you can!!
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