It is an unusual school in an unusual location and is run by an unusual teacher.
Rajesh Kumar is a shopkeeper by profession but spends hours every morning teaching around 80 children from the poorest of the poor in India’s capital.
The 43-year-old visited the construction of the Delhi transit station a few years ago and was disturbed by the sight of many children playing at the site instead of attending school.
When he questioned the parents working at the sites they all said there were no schools in the vicinity and no one cared.
Consequently, his open-air class room was born - between pillars and beneath the tracks of the Delhi transit system, known as the Metro.
Every few minutes a train passes above, the children unperturbed by its sounds.
There are no chairs or tables and the children sit on rolls of polystyrene foam placed on the rubble.
Three rectangular patches of wall are painted black and used as a blackboard.
Anonymous donors have contributed cardigans, books, shoes and stationery for the children, as their parents cannot afford them.
One unnamed individual sends a bag full of biscuits and fruit juice for the pupils every day - another incentive for the children to turn up for their studies.
Heartbreaking and inspiring at the same time. Crazy.
Six years ago I was backpacking through the mountains with an unlikely group of friends. At the beginning of the trip, all of us wished we were in a different group of people, but things changed. How could they not, sharing the difficulties of the journey, each others’ burdens, the highs and lows, and witnessing all the beauty and wonder around us? All of these experiences brought us together, they inspired honesty and unprecedented sense of unity. We became more ourselves, and delighted in being recognized and loved for who we were, and were just as delighted to give love. Then, back home, we returned to high school. We slowly began to act like we didn’t know each other. We became less ourselves as the memories faded. But I still know more of who I am because of that hike through the mountains, and I hope everyone else feels the same. I hope they still know what it’s like to be loved for who they are. I hope they are brave enough to be that.