Little Ibha skipped and hopped around the muddy road that led straight to the town's only convent school. The local rickshaw had dropped us till where the tar road ended and the muddy patch started. Since the muddy patch made it difficult for motorists and rickshaws to cross it, the toddlers were obliged to walk it up till their school. Ibha was in fourth grade back then and like the rest, never liked attending school. On the contrary, it was the journey to school that captured her fancy, then the knowledge that was being passed on. Ibha preferred watching out of the window the whole day waiting for the skinny peon to ring the school bell and relive them for the day.
That day like every morning she entered the classroom and sat on her favourite seat beside the window. Looking at the othe
