India, July 17 -- The entire classroom was wrapped in an overpowering aroma of Fevicol, as I stood alone by the desk in my new school timidly trying to complete the art project before me. The rest of the students appeared to be pretty comfortable as they skilfully cut the coloured chart papers in assorted shapes and pasted them in scrap books. My clumsy efforts only invited disapproving glances from the teacher and condescending smiles from the classmates, making me feel rather inadequate and ill-at-ease....