A playing field stretches out in front of the school, a cracked and arid carpet sprouting stiff and prickly grass at variance with the lush palm trees framing it and the tarred road opposite. During the rainy season, Munnu says, this field is deluged by floodwaters leaving patches of subsidence that make playing games erratic. “So we wait now for our tools,†he finishes, leading us to the school steps and motioning us to sit. Tools?“Digging,†mumbles Christine. She speaks up. “Suez said we would be digging.†A delicate silence ensues whilst the brothers look at oneanother, clearly hoping the other will speak first.. “Well?†demands Christine. “Is Suez right?â€Bachchu and Munnu both nod slowly.“What kind of digging?†I pray for a little light weeding. “We make flat the Khalia school playing field,†Munnu states with endearing honesty. “What?â€â€œWe...are going to level the field?†asks Christine slowly, examining the lines and...