Fifty years ago, I stood on the veranda of a small temple in Assam, looking out at a handful of children and wondering what on earth I was doing there. Fresh out of college, newly married, and far from everything familiar, I had arrived in a remote Assamese village with the unlikely task of helping build a school for the local community.
This memoir looks back on the creation of Bongaigaon Higher Secondary School—fondly known as the Menon School—and
Fifty years ago, I stood on the veranda of a small temple in Assam, looking out at a handful of children and wondering what on earth I was doing there. Fresh out of college, newly married, and far from everything familiar, I had arrived in a remote Assamese village with the unlikely task of helping build a school for the local community.
This memoir looks back on the creation of Bongaigaon Higher Secondary School—fondly known as the Menon School—and