“This summer when I jumped with joy on my daughter Srijana scoring 96% in her 12th grade with 97% in Sociology, I stood vindicated for having invested my children’s future with Kāsiga School way back in the monsoon of 2007. The school had just started then and I was among the first two parents to have put their children there on their own volition. Nestled in the lap of the Himalayas, the school with its very passionate management is just the right place for a child’s wholesome growth. Currently, I am enjoying seeing my son mature into a young man at Kāsiga under more than parental care. God bless Kāsiga and Kāsigans”
Sidharth Mishra
President, Centre for Reforms, Development & Justice & Consulting Editor, Millennium Post, New Delhi
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
