This write-up came about as a result of a special visit to Sherisa. We took a group of our students from Ahmedabad to conduct a social mapping exercise, and open dialogues with the residents of the village to understand their life better. It was during this dialog that the idea of the write-up emerged, from a chance interaction with a child in the village. He had a burn on his foot, which had festered into a boil. I spent about half an hour speaking with his family, and throughout that time, he wailed about how he was in pain and did not want to go to school. When we sat down to speak about our day, those screams about the pain and not wanting to go to school stayed in my head, and this piece resulted from the same interaction, from the idea that schools and education are scant, but pain isn't.]
It has a house which is a compound wall, a house which is the safety and isolation of my people.Development in Sherisa is development of communities by themselves.Of ‘our people’ and ‘them’. Development in Sherisa has concrete toilets for the rich and sand for the poor. It has a pile of dung- human and otherwise.
Development in Sherisa is Farzana’s smile as she looks me in the eyes when she asks her questions,But development in Sherisa has a boil on its feet. Development in Sherisa has stunted feet that long to jump, but they have been burnt by your response.They smile, will you smile with them?
Development in Sherisa has a boil on its feet, it doesn’t want to go to school todaySo it cried for an hour.It will learn though, I hope, and its feet will heal.The boil will burst, and it will heal, the feet will fly.They will lead to newer steps, newer letters, and newer words.Its feet will ask you new questions, and if these questions still your feet in discomfort, don’t worry.At least, they aren’t burnt with a boil.Walk. Run. Learn. Walk.
27th December, 2017.