Hundreds of thousands of teachers, like Chandrakala, in our country face similar circumstances and identical battles
The thorny, overgrown shrubs scraped our car as we entered the village. On the road stood a girl; she was probably 14 years old. She remained on the road and so our car had to stop. She was stooping and turning around slowly on the same spot, there was a wound on her left cheek. She paid no attention to us, with eyes focused past us, on some distant nowhere. Then in a flash she was gone. The car started and we reached the school.