The image always saddens me. When I see children, dressed in their school uniform, hair neatly combed, as they walk to their schools, as they are perched on their father’s bicycle or motorbike, as they are seated in an overfilled school van. Their faces always melancholic. What awaits them in their state-run, their low-fee private schools? Small windowless rooms; no-ground PE and sports; no library, activity room, IT lab; low quality education; and unfriendly teachers who believe teaching is a solemn affair maintaining a strict regimen of discipline in and out of the classroom. Underprivileged, they are children who deserve the stars but who at a very young age learn to coexist with their incomplete dreams, their no-dreams.