Kendriya Vidyalya No. 1

Down here in Sirsa, right near the HO area, our school has been standing for years. It is one of those places that everyone in the neighborhood recognizes. When you walk through the main gates, you can tell it’s a government-run spot because of the specific way the hallways are built and the smell of old paper and chalk. We have a lot of rooms and they are almost always full of noise. The playground gets quite dusty when the wind picks up, which happens a lot around here in Haryana. Our staff comes in from different parts of the city, some on scooters and others walking. There is a certain rhythm to the day that never changes. You have the morning assembly, the shuffle of feet between periods, and the rush at the end of the day. We don't have shiny new gadgets in every corner, but we have desks that have seen thousands of students over the years. Some of the fans rattle a bit in the summer heat, but we just get used to it. It’s a practical place. We don’t spend much time talking about big goals or fancy ideas; we just show up and make sure the lessons happen. The parents stop by the office to ask about their kids, and the tea lady nearby knows most of us by name. It is just a regular part of life here in Sirsa.