Why are we here, What are we striving for?

The paint outside Room No. 9 was the color of old newspapers: a tired, indifferent gray. The number itself hung crooked on the door, brass dulled by years of fingertips and time. Every morning Ms. Ashwin — thin, precise, always with a pencil tucked behind one ear — would stop and press her palm to the wood as if greeting an old friend. Teachers at school said she did that to remember names. The students said she did it to steady herself.

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