I am standing by the banks of the Mahanadi river, holding a cup of tea. For three bucks, it sure is lot of tea. I am standing in silence and watching the crowds gather along the river bank. This is where friends and families gather in the evenings, sitting and chatting and catching up on all that they have missed. It is wonderful and peaceful and I am chatting with him and telling him that I respect his bravery in doing what he is doing. Teaching is no easy profession and the decision to join a fledgling institution so early in one’s career must not have been an easy one to make. “Well, there are bad days….”, he says and the smile in his eyes seems to go away. But then the light in his eyes comes back again and he looks at me and says, “…but the good days make up for that.”