"Why Shravanti, are some children there rich ?"
"Madam, some are very rich and proud. But some are so poor that they do not even have money for uniforms"
Roopa, her mother, put Shravanti into Class 6 in the SC residential school last year. Roopa is hardworking, but landless like many others in our village. Her husband works driving a rented auto. She goes for agricultural labour. She makes pickles whenever I can find her markets.
A dish of brinjals called 'nooni vankaya'. Two small brinjals per person with gravy, and a plate of rice. We seventeen of us ate to our hearts content with this saucepan of the dish. The children loved it. There was also some dilute buttermilk for who wanted as an extra.
Puff' time. The flakey potato stuffed snack.
Sasi, aged 11, (while walking down to the beach), "Madam, why are they bursting crackers ?"