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my birthright to education
The dust from the brick kiln always tasted like rust, a sharp, metallic tang that settled on the back of the tongue and refused to leave. At twelve years old, Ayan knew every texture, mood, and demand...
Bhavesh wadhwaniI met a lot of people going throuh tough times and this story is real life I hope it inspires u
