First Day in the Village Schools
It was magic driving from Nishtha to the rural village schools. We passed through the country side with fields of rice interlaced with patches of beautiful blue lilies. The fields were full of workers busy about their daily tasks of trying to stay alive. We passed a large irrigation canal full of people I thought were bathing. With a closer look I noticed they were fishing, herding fish to the bank and then scooping them up with nets fitted in a round bamboo frame. As we drove into the village we saw the product of the fisherman laid out on the side of the road, piles of fish, some still flopping around, laid out on banana leaves for sale.