The morning sun spilled across the narrow lanes of Bhagalpur, a small town where the dust settled slowly and progress moved even slower. In a cramped, two-room house with peeling paint and a rusty tin roof, 16-year-old Meera adjusted her school uniform and tied her braids neatly. Her schoolbag hung heavy with books, dreams, and the constant weight of expectation.Meera loved school. Mathematics was her favourite subject. Numbers made sense—clean, exact, and fair. Unlike her world, where logic often bowed to tradition and fairness was reserved for others.As she stepped toward the door, her mother, Kamla, stopped her. “Don’t be.......