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When I met Meena three years ago, we were both thirty. She was one of the newly-literate women running the newspaper. She had three kids and a husband who was not being treated for his TB.

I had bought all this stuff with me to India for children, including a skipping rope. But the second morning of my field visit, we were waiting for a workshop to begin. I took out the rope and we took turns skipping.

I just found this again last night. It makes me really happy.

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