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Beerendra found his first: . A quiet exhale. A small smile.Minutes later, Mahendra shouted a victory cry: 496893 .

In the red-dust town of Kirandul, where the iron ore mines of the NMDC dictated the rhythm of life, two young men sat under the shade of a mahua tree. They didn't know each other’s names yet, but they knew each other’s hopes. 467577_496893

A few meters away, (Roll No. 496893 ) was checking his phone for the tenth time, hoping for a signal. He had come from a different district, his shirt pressed crisp despite the long bus journey. He looked at the vast, open-cast mines in the distance and saw a future where his younger siblings could go to college without the weight of debt. Beerendra found his first: