The faint glow of the autorickshaw’s headlight hiccups and sways as it bumps along the road from Hutup Village to Hesatu. Every few minutes Pappu—the driver—leans into the breaks and the headlight vibrates in place, suddenly bright in concentration beneath the full night sky. Out of the darkness emerge small figures—girls of all ages, each wearing a motley assortment of cold-weather clothing: layered track jackets and sweaters, skirts over leggings under knee-high socks, and floral-patterned scarves wrapped tightly over ears and tied beneath tiny chins. The girls clamber into the back of the family-size auto, piling on top of their friends who are already seated, and once again the vehicle chugs along forward.
When Pappu turns off the main road and onto the open field in Hesatu, the sun is just beginning to spin the color wheel: deep blues melt into somnolent purples, allowing eyes to focus just enough to see the feet of the girls as they move across the field. Each and every podial pair is clad in football cleats, which soon begin to pound the ground in quick circles—a warm-up before the footballs start rolling. White plumes rise from a smokestack in the distance, suspended in a yellow haze; the air is growing warmer and as the girls begin a set of scrimmages, a new figure steps onto the field. The girls spot her and immediately run to her, doling out hugs and shouting her name: Kayalyn! Within seconds, she is pulled into a game, sprinting across the field to receive a pass from one of the younger students.
At 06:30 the scrimmages end and Kayalyn and the girls pile back into Pappu’s auto and set out for Hutup Village. Along the way the girls hop down, group by group, and begin their walk to their regular schools. Kayalyn continues on to the Yuwa house, where she prepares tea and breakfast, and then settles in to lesson-plan before teaching her next two English classes. Outside, the sun has finally emerged in full; it casts the fields in a deep, golden hue, announcing to all that a new day is ready for the taking. And yet, unbeknownst to the sun, the girls at Yuwa have already claimed their hours. This is how it is at Yuwa—the girls don’t ask permission to seize the day; they simply do.