Immigrant Debashis Mitra, a high school math-teacher in Philadelphia, came out of the morning’s first trolley. Retiring early from his prestigious accounting job, he began teaching in a low-income area. It always intrigued him how this rich country still treated its minority citizens. The west side, populated by African-Americans, remained frozen in the segregation-era. After the Afghan War, the SE-Asian refugees had landed in the southern region, still striving to integrate. But, the lack of quality education was hurting their children most. Amidst city lights, Debashis noticed the first pink shade of the sunrise, offering him a ray of hope. |
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Tirthankar Ghosh
23/2/2024 11:24:02 am
Loved it!
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Christa Loughrey
23/2/2024 03:53:35 pm
Nature transcends the pettiness of humanity again.
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Paul A. Freeman
23/2/2024 06:11:08 pm
There's always hope.
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Sankar Chatterjee
24/2/2024 09:45:50 pm
Dear All:
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Dee Lorraine
29/2/2024 07:27:13 pm
There is hope in every sunrise. Well done, Sankar.
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