Learnings from a school on the banks of Narmada river
It was a still, cool evening. The clear sky was awash with the orange of dusk deepening into hues of red. From the top of the ghat, the Narmada held perfectly still. A lone boatman stood erect on an unmoving canoe much like a statue in the middle of the river. The azaan wafting from a distance melded into the quiet. A minute after the azaan stopped, a gentle kirtan started in the temple a short distance away. In the school on top of the ghat, a large classroom was dimly lit by a single lamp. A group of teachers sat discussing the hippocampus and its role in learning.