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She kept looking at Baba with a new found admiration and love . She would go home and tell her Mom and brother, that her Baba was no mean man. He was their unsung hero. (Reads: 109)
He knew what to answer in school, his heart beat pounded rapidly and he started to sweat all over. After a minute, with an innocent face he replied politely; heart beat returned to normalcy but bowels still looking for a problem. (Reads: 288)
The author describes his childhood days spent in an upper primary school. He was punished and made a cock His headmaster saw and allowed to go after a task. (Reads: 812)
When my boy ended his part, applauds were all around, even self-esteemed ‘Mrs.Hembala’ applauded with a smile. I was fascinated, (Reads: 72,165)
This Hindi story is part of my grandmother’s diary. This is a true life incident where the teachers taught right path of life to her by behaving differently. (Reads: 3,808)
Mathematics, I hated from the core of my heart with all sincerity. I had been neglectful of the arithmetical evil until last year’s examination (Reads: 575)
“That is exactly what I am talking about; you should each present to me a piece, that should have traces of you, as ravish said kind of signature” (Reads: 211)
We had to search for a report card in the whole campus. I felt like going back to home but I couldn’t because of this mission of finding a single piece of paper (Reads: 818)
The class room adorned a silence as if Sachin was just dismissed for a duck. Someone in the back mumbled it was not in the syllabus (Reads: 1,050)
The annual magazine for the school was to be launched—the notice inferred. Students were welcome with their creativity—poem, painting, story, etc (Reads: 1,227)